I don’t make music for the critics. I make it for the people who feel it.
我不是为评论家做音乐，而是为那些能感受它的人。
The personal is universal, and the universal is personal.
He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
我不是男人，我是女人。