在文学中,边界消失了;剩下的只有人类情感的普世语言。
仅仅活着是不够的……一个人必须有阳光、自由和一朵小花。
世界充满了故事,但需要一种特别的人去聆听它们。
A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.