The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.
If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down.
Know what you own, and know why you own it.
她走在美的光彩中，像夜晚
The terror of art is that you don't know where it's taking you.
It's not always necessary to be better than everyone else, but to be better than you used to be.