我们不讲述的故事是那些最让我们萦绕于心的故事。
The stories we don’t tell are the ones that haunt us the most.
Les chères mains qui furent miennes.
我们都有点破碎，但这就是光进来的地方。
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tips of my words.
我们必须通过文学来面对我们的现实。
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
我不是时尚达人。我就是时尚。