In the end, we are all alone. But that loneliness is what connects us all.
最终，我们都是孤独的。但正是这种孤独将我们所有人联系在一起。
Life is a balance between holding on and letting go.
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.
我们应当把这种儿童的神秘的力量当作某种神圣的东西。因为个人未来的个性正是在这个创造性的时期被确定下来了。