We are all of us, in our different ways, seeking to escape the trap of our own minds.
Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
电影是一种语言,它能够跨越文化和语言的障碍。