Writing is a way to confront the silence.
译文:柔肠早已寸断,泪水止不住地流。为了相思,我再次登上小红楼。明知心上人已被群山阻隔,却还是不由自主地频频倚靠栏杆,望向他离去的方向。
玫瑰是有很多朵,她并不是独一无二的,但是就是因为你的灌溉,让她变得与众不同,让她变得独一无二。
表演不是要成为不同的人。它是在明显不同的事物中找到相似之处,然后在那里找到自己。
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.