恶之花

谁不曾从坟地的枯骨中吸取营养。

左耳

亲爱的 微笑 眼泪 一朵花一粒沙 一串暗红色的冰糖葫芦 坚持不哭的维尼小熊 写在玻璃上的誓言 我疼过的心尖 皆是我们爱过的证据

天之炽

如果唯有化身恶龙才能与恶龙作战，那么请赐予我鳞和爪。

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.