Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.

Writing is a way of reclaiming one's voice.

Every cut should have a purpose, a reason to be there.

La musique est dans tout. Un hymne sort du monde.

Happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue.

The rat in the maze is not just learning a series of turns, but is building up a cognitive map of the whole situation.

临近水边，时间长了，就会懂得水中鱼的习性；靠近山林，时间长了，就会知道林中鸟儿的声音。

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tips of my words.