The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.

过去不在我们身后，而在我们之内。

Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well.

你不能因为我做我自己而生气，我又没干涉你。

To curate is to create a temporary community.

我不用尊重和害怕任何人！