The world is not run from where he thinks. Not from castle walls, but from countinghouses, not by the call of the bugle but by the click of the abacus, not by the grate and click of the broadsword but by the scrape of the pen.
死者不会停留在他们被埋葬的地方。
The more you give, the more they take.
I don’t believe in the possibility of absolute truth in art.
The world is always in movement.