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.
人类天生善良,所以他犯罪是违背自己的意愿。
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.