To write is to breathe, to live, to exist beyond the confines of the body.

"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."

Use songs to warm every heart in need.

The leather industry must evolve or risk becoming obsolete.

我认为我们内心都有点叛逆。只是看你让它释放多少。

世界充满了美与丑，而我们选择看哪一种。