夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
来自观众的能量是我们表演的动力。
The very essence of the creative is its novelty, and hence we have no standard by which to judge it.