I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.
艺术家是他时代的孩子，但如果他也是时代的门徒，甚至是时代的宠儿，那他就倒霉了。
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
我除了作为演员之外，没有任何自我意识。
每个作家都是一个梦想家，他们用文字构建自己的世界。
The beauty of the universe lies in its complexity and simplicity.