"Books are the seeds of imagination."

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

I think the best way to learn is by doing.

我们不追随潮流，我们只做对我们来说感觉对的事情。

诗歌是心灵的语言。