真正的天堂是我们已经失去的天堂。

故事不在文字中；它在挣扎中。

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.

我们的主不仅在书中写下了复活的承诺，也在春天的每一片叶子中写下了。