我的精神疾病是我艺术的源泉。

在非常小的领域里，现实的粒子和波动方面同样重要，空间和时间的经典概念失去了意义。

We don't just look at art, we enter into relationship with it.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

我们都是自己人生不可靠的叙述者。

过去总是紧张，未来才是完美。