To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.

The brain is an enchanted loom where millions of flashing shuttles weave a dissolving pattern.

"I don't think of myself as a female filmmaker. I think of myself as a filmmaker."

书籍会说：她这么做是因为。生活只会说：她这么做了。书会向你解释；而生活不会。