诗歌始于愉悦，终于智慧。
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.
Monsieur, vous êtes de la merde dans un bas de soie.
事实是，你永远无法确定接下来会发生什么。