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.
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。
The joy of mathematics is in the struggle to understand.
我们是孤独的动物。我们一生都在努力减少孤独感。我们古老的方法之一是讲述一个故事,恳求听者说——并感受到——“是的,事情就是这样,或者至少我是这样感觉的。”
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.
A director must be a policeman, a midwife, a psychoanalyst, a sycophant and a bastard.