试图写爱就是面对语言的泥潭:那个语言既太多又太少、过度又贫乏的歇斯底里区域。
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.
Today is cruel, tomorrow is crueler, and the day after tomorrow is beautiful. But most people will die tomorrow night.