一个没有书的房间就像一具没有灵魂的躯体。
我们都带着某种与生俱来的罪恶感出生。
书写爱情就是以人类最脆弱也最强大的形式来书写人性。
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.