The human soul is a labyrinth, full of twists and turns, and we are all trying to find our way out.

In literature, borders disappear; what remains is the universal language of human emotions.

Art is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.

记忆就像拼贴画 - 有些部分清晰，有些褪色，随着时间的推移重新排列。

未来属于那些相信自己梦想之美的人。

I've always been interested in the idea of the outsider, the person who doesn't quite fit into the mainstream.