If the heart is a cage, if it is a cage, the freedom is not outside, but in the heart.
心若是牢笼，处处为牢笼，自由不在外面，而在于内心。
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.
Just be yourself, there is no one better.
过去是一个我们不断重写的故事，即使我们没有意识到。