语言是一种皮肤：我用我的语言摩擦对方。就好像我有的是词语而不是手指，或者我的词语的尖端是手指。
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words.
The web is a reflection of our society and a window into our souls.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
我们不是从祖先那里继承海洋，而是从子孙那里借来的。
声音是每个人都拥有的乐器。
The only way to find the truth is to lose yourself.