在片中引用了一段美国作家保罗·鲍尔斯的《遮蔽的天空》当中的话——
“因为我们不知道死亡何时降临，人们总以为生命是一口永不干涸的井。
然而每件事情都只会发生一个特定的次数，一个很少的次数，真的。你还会想起多少次童年的那个特定的下午， 那个已经深深成为你生命一部分、没有它你便无法想象自己人生的下午？
也许还有四五次。也许更少。你还会看到多少次满月升起？
也许二十次。然而我们却总觉得这些都是无穷的。”
Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times and a small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood， some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being, that you even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.
