无色的绿色念头愤怒地睡觉。

The canvas is a mirror, reflecting not just the artist's soul but the soul of society.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

I’m a perfectionist. I’m pretty much detail-oriented.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary in ordinary life.