曾经有一个小小的社会新闻，四个男孩子相偕去戏水，结果大浪一来，三个人死掉了，只剩下一个活着游回来。报纸上谈论著死掉的那三个孩子，而我急切地找活着的那一个：怎么没有他的名字呢？怎么没有人告诉我只剩下他活下来之后、他过得怎么样呢？

大家都替死的人感到难过，我却一直在想，活下来的那一个，一下子失去了三个好朋友，他会不会孤单？
　　
所以我有了《沉睡的青春》。
　　
沉睡，说的不是青春的消逝，而是生命的孤寂，可是却用一种带着诗意的甜美浪漫被呈现出来，原因是我并不想再增加生命的悲伤，相反地，我想疗伤，静静地、缓缓地、帮忙那些有遗憾的生命找到存在的力量。

— 导演 郑芬芬

出现在电影的话:

　有些人对时间的流逝 感到遗憾
　有些人则深陷其中 永远也逃不出来

　存在也许无法被证明
　灵魂的重量却可以被创造

If there’s one journey that’s more rewarding than traveling, it is the journey of self-discovery.
The more I live, the more I discover…
The more I read, the more I find…
The more I observe, the more I see…
The more I listen, the more I hear…
about me.
for once, let’s be self-centric.

thankful for this timely recess week.
that i can finally take things into my own hands.
that i have more time for myself.
that i have more time at home.
still as busy, or maybe even more busy.
with this & that & what-not.
but at least i still have the 15-minutes naps
and the 10 minutes of reading before my sleeps.

A thin layer of dust has collected since I last read the Proust book. Some brain food for today.

We don’t really learn anything properly until there is a problem, until we are in pain, until something fails to go as we had hoped.

A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness. An unfailing memory is not a very powerful incentive to study the phenomena of memory.

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or even lived in a way which was so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory. But he shouldn’t regret this entirely, because he cannot be certain that he has indeed become a wise man – so far as any of us can be wise – unless he has passed through all the fatuous or unwholesome incarnations by which that ultimate stage must be reached.