Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
自由是一种当你看着它时会变化的东西，就像森林近距离看时树木茂密，但从外面，从空旷的草地上看，你看到它的真正界限。自由与锁链或你的笼子有多宽无关。
Ideas are everywhere, but knowledge is rare.