When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
Memory is a tricky thing. It doesn't just recall events, it reshapes them.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
艺术中没有“太多”，只有“不够”。
I'm not a pop star, I'm a performance artist.
The world is a stage, but the audience is dead.