The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
孩子是最好的批评家，因为他们诚实而直接。
我们不需要另一个英雄。
过去从未死去，它甚至还未过去。
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything.