世界是一团伟大的火焰，我们是其中的火花。

The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

真相是平衡，但真相的对立面——不平衡——未必是谎言。

回忆是我们唯一不会被驱逐的天堂。