We are survival machines—robot vehicles blindly programmed to preserve the selfish molecules known as genes.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

"The more you know about a subject, the more you can bring to it as a filmmaker."

Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfillment.

The dead outnumber the living, and their legacy lives on within us.

写作是对世界喧嚣的抵抗。