论摄影

人类无可救赎地留在柏拉图的洞穴里，老习惯未改，依然在并非真实本身而仅是真实的影像中陶醉。

我执

我想很多人都有这种经验。你不能主动，你不能做任何事，你只能等他心血来潮问候几句的时候平淡和缓地应答，你不该成为逼迫的力量，你是一株等待季节性阵雨的沙漠植物。

云边有个小卖部

梦里小镇落雨，开花，起风，挂霜，甚至扬起烤红薯的香气，每个墙角都能听见人们的说笑声，牡丹仰起脸，雪落在她干净的脸颊，她说：“我们分手吧。”

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.