城市本身就是一个角色，有着自己的情绪和神秘。

If a lion could talk, we could not understand him.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

愤怒的陶醉，如葡萄之醉，向他人展示我们，却对我们自己隐藏。