我不是赢家，我是输家。

The hunger angel is a metaphor for the hunger that stalks you like a shadow.

You can't be creative if you're not curious.

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.

Sustainability isn't a choice anymore—it's a responsibility we owe to future generations.