我们这个时代的真正建筑将是反映我们精神需求的建筑。

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

A word after a word after a word is power.

I don’t need to fit into anyone’s box. I’m comfortable in my own skin.

It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logical reasons can be found.

The meaning of a word is not a mental entity， but a social practice.