如果一部電影能引起你對(duì)人生的思考，無(wú)疑是一部?jī)?yōu)秀的電影。搏擊俱樂(lè)部經(jīng)典臺(tái)詞，一個(gè)關(guān)于現(xiàn)實(shí)與自我的詮釋，一些可以看到的人生哲學(xué)。
That old saying,how you always hurt the one you love?
Well,it works both ways.
俗話說(shuō)，人們總會(huì)傷害他所愛(ài)的人。
其實(shí)人們也會(huì)愛(ài)上他所傷害的人。
Between those huge,sweating tits that hung enormous the way you’d think of god’s as big.
頭被埋在這么大的奶奶中間，不禁聯(lián)想上帝的胸~部也很壯觀。
I could’t sleep. I could’t sleep. Everyting’s far way. With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everyting’s a copy of a copy of a copy.
失眠癥讓我感受不到真實(shí)，一切都很虛幻，事情都成了相同的拷貝。
We used to read p0rn0graphy. Now it was the horchow collection.
以前我們看瑟晴圖片尋找次基,現(xiàn)在是看產(chǎn)品目錄。
When people think you’re dying they are really really listening to you, instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
當(dāng)人們認(rèn)為你將要屎去的時(shí)候，他們真的是在認(rèn)真地聽(tīng)你說(shuō)話，而不是等著插嘴。
Lost in oblivion,dark and silent and complete.
I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
不顧一切，感到黑暗，沉默和完整。
我找到了自由，拋開(kāi)所有希望就是自由。
I wasn’t really dying. I wasn’t host to cancer or parasites.
I was the warm little center. That the life of this world crowded around.
我沒(méi)有絕癥，也沒(méi)有癌癥或是寄生菌。
我只是一個(gè)小小的中心，周圍擁擠的生命的中心。
Every evening, I died and every evening, I was born again.
Resurrected.
我每晚都會(huì)死一次，可是又重生一次。
復(fù)活過(guò)來(lái)。
When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep and you’re never really awake.
得失眠癥的人無(wú)法真正入睡，也沒(méi)有清醒的時(shí)刻。
If I did have a tumor…I’d name it Marla. Marla…the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.
瑪拉猶如我的癌癥，就像長(zhǎng)在嘴邊的腫瘤一般。不去舔就不會(huì)惡化，但沒(méi)有辦法不去舔。
Marla’s philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.
瑪拉的哲學(xué)是，她隨時(shí)都會(huì)死。悲劇的是，她一直都沒(méi)死。
This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
你的生命一分一分的消逝。
If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
若在不同時(shí)間于不同地點(diǎn)醒來(lái)，你會(huì)變成不同的人嗎?
