And when your sorrow is comforted time soothes all sorrows you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure…
The writer must be a person who is willing to be alone.
试图写爱就是面对语言的泥潭:那个语言既太多又太少,过度又贫瘠的歇斯底里区域。