I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

Opera is a way of living life. It is not something apart.

一个人就是他所有不幸的总和。你以为不幸终会疲倦，但时间本身就是你的不幸。