I don’t need anyone to understand me. My art speaks for itself.
我不需要任何人理解我。我的艺术自己会说话。
我们将成为彼此的一切。其他任何后果都不必理会。
In the quest for understanding the cosmos, every question answered leads to a dozen more.
译文:锦官城里每日音乐声轻柔悠扬,一半随着江风飘去,一半飘入了云端。这样的乐曲只应该天上有,人间里哪能听见几回?
抬起头来,上帝把最艰难的战斗交给他最坚强的战士。
To create is to resist—to resist silence, to resist forgetting.