The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
The middle of every successful project looks like a disaster.
The roads are full of crowds going somewhere, but nobody knows where they are going.
I'm a work in progress. I'm not perfect, but I'm trying every day.
我不是说唱歌手,我是一个灵薄狱的传奇。