书写爱情就是以人类最脆弱也最强大的形式来书写人性。
人心是一个谜,甚至对它自己也是如此。
If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.