敲响那些还能敲响的钟，忘记你那完美的祭品。万物皆有裂痕，那是光照进来的地方。
Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
I don’t believe in the possibility of absolute truth in art.
世界充满了诗意。空气中弥漫着它的精神；波浪随着它的旋律舞动，在它的光辉中闪耀。
The thing about life is that you never know what's going to happen next.
写作是一种不被中断的谈话方式。