回忆这东西若是有气味的话，那就是樟脑的香，甜而稳妥，像记得分明的快乐，甜而怅惘，像忘却了的忧愁。
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.
能克服自己的私欲，什么祸害对你都是无可奈何的了。
"To live is to be haunted by the ghosts of what might have been."
我试图聆听场地在说什么。我不会把我的意志强加于它。
The story is not in the words; it's in the struggle.
"I think it's important to take risks in filmmaking. If you're not taking risks, you're not growing as an artist."