"Memory is a strange thing, it doesn't work like I thought it did. We are so used to thinking of it as a camera or a tape recorder, but it's not like that at all. It's more like a painter, who adds and subtracts elements according to his own rules."
记忆是一个奇怪的东西，它的运作方式并不像我们想象的那样。我们习惯于把它想象成相机或录音机，但它完全不是那样的。它更像是一个画家，根据自己的规则添加或删除元素。
The land remembers, even when people forget.
流放不仅仅是一个地理概念。你可以在自己的祖国、自己的家里、一个房间里成为流放者。
孤独不是他人的缺席，而是自我的缺失。
