我们都在阴沟里,但仍有人仰望星空。
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
写作是一种保存短暂事物的方式。
The city is a living organism that constantly evolves.
死者通过我们说话,在我们的梦中,在我们的文字里。
In all of us,even in good men,there is a lawless wild-beast nature,which peers out in sleep.