他是最孤独的艺术家和独裁者,也是最优雅的隐秘情人.穿梭在翡冷翠上世纪的暗金色街道,行踪鬼魅,用龙蜒香亚麻以及黑色的蜡封制作情书,用刀子和麻醉剂审判罪人,对了,还有那种残忍美学,taste life,drink blood,就象他对人体和红酒的熟知度,这真是让人着迷的强大自由..."tell me, Clarice, would you ever say to me,"stop?"..."If you loved me, you'd stop?" 对深爱的女人依然残酷,也许他只是不懂得如何不伤害别人.
Our life is nothing but a boat adrift on water.balanced by permanent uncertainty.about the people whom you will judge.all they do is struggling to find a kind of security.they're just people.like us.therefore.you mustn't judge them on the basis of appearance or hearsay.turst no one.examine all things yourself.don't join with power.despite all ranks