人类需要悲伤,正如需要欢乐一样。
The human being needs sadness as much as he needs joy.
I think that one wants from painting a sense of life.
试图写爱就是面对语言的泥潭:那个语言既太多又太少,过度又贫瘠的歇斯底里区域。
We are all exiles from someplace, even if it's from our own childhood.
我想知道的唯一一件事是,我将在哪里死去,这样我就永远不会去那里。