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.

我不是为了名声或金钱而打球。我打球是因为我爱这项运动。

The act of painting is an act of prayer.

I don’t let the future scare me, I let it excite me.

我不知道极限在哪里，但我想去那里。

我不是说唱歌手，我是文化偶像。