一幅画像束缚住了我们。我们无法走出它,因为它存在于我们的语言中,语言似乎无情地一次次地重复给我们看。
A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
I'm not here to fit in, I'm here to stand out.
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
相机让每个人成为他人现实中的游客,最终也成为自己现实中的游客。
When you find everything you looked forI hope your life leads you back to my front door.Oh but if it don't,stay beautiful.
一个人读什么样的书,就是什么样的人。