"In the cracks between cultures, beautiful misunderstandings bloom."

——1896年，伦敦蒙难后许多人问孙：“我们看到你，你这位先生的革命事业不知道失败过多少次了，为什么还不丧气，总是这么热心呢？这是什么理由呢？”

我们是没说出的话的主人。我们是说出的话的努力。

And America, too, is a delusion, the grandest one of all. The white race believes—believes with all its heart—that it is their right to take the land. To kill Indians. Make war. Enslave their brothers. This nation shouldn’t exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty.

Great companies are built on great products and even greater people.

我一直相信衣服应该看起来像被穿过，像是有故事的样子。