我们多久讲述一次自己的人生故事？我们多久调整、修饰、狡猾地删减一次？而且生命越长久，周围能质疑我们叙述的人就越少，提醒我们我们的生活不是我们的生活，仅仅是我们讲述的关于生活的故事。
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
解析：迷悟、凡圣，只在一念之间。
建筑是一种责任，是对社会的责任。
过去从未死去，它甚至还没有过去。
The true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.
可持续性不是选择，而是必然。
抒情诗的存在是为了纠正叙事的过度。