The past is never really past—it shapes who we are.
过去从未真正过去——它塑造了我们是谁。
她其实是不愿意让小王子看到自己哭泣。她曾经是多么高傲的一朵花……
一片叶子遮住眼睛，就连泰山也看不见了。
我是一个战士，不是一个忧虑者。
真相很少纯粹，也绝不简单。
艺术家必须是不可见之物的舞者。
Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems.
I don’t have time to worry about something as trivial as what I look like.