The magical number seven, plus or minus two: some limits on our capacity for processing information.
神奇的数字七,加减二:我们信息处理能力的一些限制。
Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits. Being free had nothing to do with chains or how wide your cage was.
我不是独白,我是交响乐。
I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.
在追求真理的过程中,没有捷径,只有不懈的知识追求。
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
You can do anything you set your mind to, man.
艺术是充分活过的证据。