The desire to be a servant had been bred into me: bone, blood, and skin.

音乐是我的呼吸。

Craftsmanship is the soul of furniture-making; without it, we're just assembling materials.

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tips of my words.

诗歌是一块画布，心灵可以在上面作画。

我喜欢我的工作，但我讨厌名声。