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.

文学的美在于它能够跨越时空连接人们。

力量！废话！我们变成这样那样，全在于我们自己。我们的身体就像一座园圃，我们的意志是这园圃里的园丁。