晏子春秋
Music should be something that takes you out of yourself for a while.
All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth - in a word， all those bodies which compose the frame of the world - have not any subsistence without a mind.
Each of us is an island, but we can connect through bridges.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
写作的行为是一种自我发现的行为。
Every person you meet knows an amazing lot about something you know virtually nothing about. Your job is to discover what it is， and it won’t be obvious.