有些时刻,身体如同语言般神圣;有些日子,骨骼就是语言。
善恶之间的界限是可渗透的,任何人都可以跨越。
Those who do not have power over the story that dominates their lives, the power to retell it, rethink it, deconstruct it, joke about it, and change it as they change, truly are powerless, because they cannot think new thoughts.
 “每逢你想要批评任何人的时候”,他对我说,“你就记住,这个世界上所有的人,并不是个个都有过你拥有的那些优越条件。”
一个人内心必须有混沌,才能诞生一颗跳舞的星星。