试图写爱就是面对语言的泥潭：那个语言既太多又太少、过度又贫乏的歇斯底里区域。
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
There is only one thing worse than injustice, and that is justice without her sword in her hand. When right is not might it is evil.
仇恨是女人的乐趣。
There is only one road in the world that no one but you can take. Where does it lead? Don't ask, just walk.
如果你不愿意适应变化，你就没有准备好领导。
I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.
