We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

"Lighting is not about how much light you have, but how you use it."

释义：春天有百花盛开，秋天有明月高悬，夏天有凉风习习，冬天有雪花飘飘。如果心中没有烦恼和杂念，那么每一个季节都是美好的时光。

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

The secret of theory is that truth does not exist.

Art has the power to make the familiar strange and the strange familiar.