我一直在想某处的一条河，水流湍急。水里有两个人，拼命想抓住对方，竭尽全力地抓着，但最终还是不行。水流太急了。他们不得不放手，各自漂走。
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
Beauty in architecture is not about decoration, but about the rightness of form and space.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not.