"Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it."

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.

To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.

生活是一场所有人都要参与的闹剧。