人生是一次选择的连续。
Do you believe in the human heart? I don't mean simply the organ, obviously. I'm speaking in the poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
"I work very slowly. It's a process of building up layers and adjusting until it feels right."