当真相被埋葬时，它仍在生长，虽被压抑，却积聚着这样一种力量，一旦爆发，它将炸毁一切，灰飞烟灭。
When truth is buried， it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out， it blows up everything with it.
The truth is often hidden in the most ordinary places.
Architecture should speak of its time and place, but yearn for timelessness.
当你写作时，你试图发现一些你不知道的东西。
"What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
世界不是它看起来的样子；它是我们相信的样子。
每首歌都讲述一个故事，我们希望我们的故事能与尽可能多的人产生共鸣。