她昨晚浓妆艳抹，却几乎衣不蔽体，这就是女人绝望的迹象。
She wore far too much rogue last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sigh of despair in a woman.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
I can’t wait to get into a position to make really bad art and get away with it.
Truth needs no ornate decoration.
I don't believe in luck. I believe in preparation meeting opportunity.