Tuesday, November 16, 2010

As I have implied, one is not a concept I understand. When I smoked I smoked three packs a day, when I drank, well, let’s not get into that. If your psyche is a balloon animal and you squeeze to eliminate the cigarettes and whiskey, the crazy has to go somewhere. A friend’s mother ate nothing but clams for six months. Morning, noon, and night, nothing but clams. ‘I don’t know what it is—I can’t seem to get enough of them,’ she told her son. He shakes his head, but I understand. I eat nothing but broccoli for a month, then yogurt for six days, then (for one glorious week) lamb chops. One day I roasted a chicken and had seven chicken sandwiches before nightfall. If I like something, I like it a lot. Just one doesn’t cut it. I don’t know what it is I can’t get enough of.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I regretted not joining in the business and failing together with you.

Friday, November 12, 2010

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

只要你开心就好, 我只是你生命的配角色 娱乐过你也骄欧。就算是配角,我也要当你的最佳男配角。

Sunday, November 07, 2010

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.