不为过三字，昧却多少良心；没奈何三字，抹却多少体面。
不算过错，有多少人为此蒙蔽良心；无可奈何，有多少体面以此为借口。
"The past is not dead ground, and to traverse it is not a sterile exercise."
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
I believe in such cartography – to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings.
爱情并不遵从我们的想象。爱情的神秘在于它的纯洁与纯粹。
我不是唱片工业的产物，我是自己想象力的产物。