And I went to talk to them about certain of the great tragedies of Western art. I wanted to see how they would seize the bare bones of certain stories, if they came in as a news item at the news desk on a Saturday afternoon.

真实的定义变成了：可以给出等价复制的东西……真实不仅是能够被复制的东西，而且是总是已经被复制的东西。

My heart， the bird of the wilderness， has found its sky in your eyes。

There is no such thing as a happy ending. There are just good stopping places.

I touched the pain in my chest. It was the place where she had one or two times in my hair.

一个幸福晚年的秘决不是别的，而是与孤寂签订一个体面的协定。

简单生活，高尚思考：这是通往真正幸福的道路。