It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
The forest doesn’t belong to us; we belong to the forest.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
I write to make sense of the world, to give it a shape, a form.
你必须在别人不努力的时候努力,这样你才能在别人不发光的时候发光。