艺术品已经在大理石块中了。我只需要凿去多余的材料。

诸如此类。

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.

And the thing about a successful life is that a lot of the time, our ideas of what it would mean to live successfully are not our own. They're sucked in from other people; chiefly, if you're a man, your father, and if you're a woman, your mother. Psychoanalysis has been drumming home this message for about 80 years. No one's quite listening hard enough, but I very much believe it's true.