真正的诗歌诞生于痛苦,但也诞生于希望,诞生于为存在寻找意义的斗争。
真相往往隐藏在细节中。
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
过去是一个跟随我们的影子,无论我们跑得多快。
To talk about painting is not only difficult but perhaps pointless too.