文学是沉默者的声音，黑暗中的光。

The best edits are the ones you don't notice.

The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.

我认为这应该被称为谎言，因为猪不像一天，而且人们橱柜里也没有骷髅。

没有根本的气节，就好像醉汉喝醉酒打人，酒醉时很勇敢，酒醒后勇气全消，没有一点气力。没有以学问为根本的见识，就好像厨师在炉灶前面，面前光亮而背后黑暗。

The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.

"The more you try to understand the shadow, the less you know."