我不是为了让人们喜欢而创作艺术，而是为了让人们思考。

解释：树冠大了必然会折断，尾巴大了自然不能摆动，这是你知道的道理。

We are all prisoners of our own memories.

The idea that everyone should slavishly work so they do something inefficiently so they keep their job – that just doesn’t make any sense to me. That can’t be the right answer.

The real prison is not the one made of iron bars, but the one made of fear.

我们都有缺陷，那是光进入的地方。