生活不是一个人所过的日子，而是他所记住的日子以及为了讲述而记住的方式。
Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
我应该以她的行为，而不是她的言语来判断她的一切。她用身体将我包围，照亮我的生命，我不应该离她而去，我早该猜到，在她并不高明的把戏背后隐藏着最深的温柔，花朵的心思总叫人猜不透。我太年轻了。我不知道如何爱她。