我不喜欢被定义，因为我是多变的。

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麼可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, 'Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.' I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

最终，一切都与故事有关。如果故事强大，其他一切都会随之而来。