如果你让人们自由发展，他们就像日落一样美妙。当我看着日落时，我不会说：“把右边角落的橙色调柔和一点。”我不会试图控制日落。我怀着敬畏的心情看着它展开。

在我步入青少年之前，我感觉自己就像一位老人。

有些书最好的部份仅止于封面与书背。

在爱情中我们都是傻瓜。

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.

If oxen and horses and lions had hands and could paint with their hands and produce works of art as men do, horses would paint the forms of the gods like horses, and oxen like oxen, and they would make their bodies in accordance with the form that each species itself possesses.