Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

我崇拜艺术……当我独自与我的音符在一起时，我的心在跳动，泪水从眼中流出，我的情感和喜悦难以承受。

Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.

我们把每座建筑都视为献给城市的礼物。

过度捕捞是对子孙后代的盗窃。