译文：人心就像天空和深渊。心的本体，无所不包，原本就是一个天。只是因为被私欲所阻碍，那么天的本体就丧失了。心中的道理无穷无尽，原本就是一个深渊。只是因为被私欲堵塞，那么深渊的本体就丧失了。

Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

Escribir es una forma de terapia; a veces me pregunto cómo se las arreglan los que no escriben, los que no componen música o no pintan.

Acting is not about being someone different. It's finding the similarity in what is apparently different, then finding myself in there.

一个好故事可以改变我们看待世界和自己的方式。