我是个糟糕的撒谎者，所以我写歌。

素材そのものが持つ声に耳を傾けることが、創作の出発点だ。

The mathematician's patterns, like the painter's or the poet's, must be beautiful; the ideas, like the colors or the words, must fit together in a harmonious way.

在夜晚的寂静中，过去的低语变得最为响亮。

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?