在树枝下的一本诗集,一壶酒,一块面包——还有你在我身旁在荒野中歌唱——哦,荒野就是天堂!
The act of painting is a way of thinking, a way of understanding the world.
Writing is a political act because it unveils what is hidden.
The most important things in life often cannot be expressed in words.