富人的身体就像一个高级棉枕头,白而软且空白。我们的则不同。我父亲的脊椎像一根打结的绳子,他胸前的皮肤薄得可以看到肋骨压出来的痕迹。
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
I don't think you should ever have to apologize for your excitement. Just because something's cliché doesn't mean it's not awesome.
The rules of survival never change, whether you’re in a desert or in an downtown street: you need to be hydrated, you need food, and you need shelter.
"Sometimes the hardest battles are the ones fought within ourselves."
Every project must respond to its context, not just physically but socially and historically.