饥饿天使是一个隐喻，饥饿如影随形地跟踪着你。

"Every word we speak is a seed planted in the garden of the universe."

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.

夜未央，我亦未央。

做你爱做的事，钱自然会来。