01.
If memory is a can,
I hope it never expires.
——Wong Kar-wai, "Chongqing Forest"
02.
In the end, I finally understood,
There are some things that can't be forced, and all I can do is give up.
- Wong Kar-wai, "2046"
03.
Does the fist have a north and south, and the state has a north and south?
- Wong Kar-wai, "A Generation of Grandmasters"
04.
In my opinion the integrity of the story,
It is not a requirement for a novel,
Fiction is beyond the story.
--Wong Kar-wai
05.
Zhang Guorong's eyes have a story,
Liang Chaowei's eyes are black holes,
There is life in Jin Chengwu's eyes.
06.
Why do you keep looking at that birdcage.
Because it feels very familiar.
—— Wong Kar-wai, "East Evil and West Poison"
07.
A knifeman who doesn't even have shoes, will you have confidence in him?
- Wong Kar-wai, "East Evil and West Poison"
08.
You say, you can't like two people at the same time
Do you know that I once went to find that person?
I was going to kill him
I didn't do that later
Because I don't want to prove that he is
I used to ask myself
Your favorite person is not me
Now I don't want to know anymore
If one day I can't help asking
You must lie to me
No matter how unwilling your heart is,
Also don't tell me your favorite person isn't me.
09.
To make soup, pay attention to the heat.
The fire is not enough, the mouths are difficult to adjust, and after the fire is over, things are scorched.
The same is true of being human.
10.
Someone asked me why I like to drink alcohol instead of water?
Because the more you drink the wine, the warmer it is, and the more you drink the colder the water.
11.
The biggest trouble for people is that their memory is too good.
12.
The more you wonder if you're forgetting the time,
You remember it clearly. I've heard it say,
When you can no longer have, the only thing you can do,
Just make yourself not forget.
13.
Sometimes, even if you have the keys, those doors still cann't be opened.
Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there .
- Wong Kar-wai, "Blueberry Night"
14.
Finally at a convenience store, let me find the 30th can of canned pineapple. It was on the morning of May 1st that I began to understand one thing, in May's mind, that I was no different from this canned pineapple.
15.
I quickly adapted to this life, although sometimes it was just a scene, although many of them were just foggy love affairs, but it didn't matter, where is so much a lifetime.