A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.
So that morning in 1962 I told myself: Let everyone else call your idea crazy . . . just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop.
我不擅长艺术,所以我想我最好做个艺术家。
I’ve learned to embrace my flaws, because they make me who I am.