To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. “愛本身就是一種脆弱的東西。愛任何事物，你的心都會(huì)受傷，甚至可能會(huì)破碎。如果你想確保它完好無損，你就不能給任何人，甚至動(dòng)物。用愛好和小奢侈品小心地包裹它；避免一切糾纏。把它安全地鎖在你自私的黑盒里。 但在那個(gè)黑盒里，安全、黑暗、一動(dòng)不動(dòng)， 無空氣，它會(huì)改變。它不會(huì)被打破；它會(huì)變得不可打破，不可滲透，不可挽回。 去愛就是變得脆弱。”