The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
事情在完成之前总是看起来不可能。
We don't inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.
There are some things so serious you have to laugh at them.