The act of writing is an act of love and resistance.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
我们必须建立一个既能保护公民又不与世界隔绝的欧洲。
I am drawn to the fragmented, the incomplete, the unresolved.
The most important thing is to stay focused and keep shipping.