Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!

Every song I write is like my child. I nurture it, I love it, I send it out into the world and hope it finds its way.

The reason I run is to define life.

我来这里不是为了融入，而是为了脱颖而出。

政策应基于证据，而非意识形态。