A word after a word after a word is power.

Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.

"The stream of thought flows toward survival."

我们这个世纪的贫困与以往不同。它不像以前的贫困那样是自然稀缺的结果，而是富人强加给世界其他地区的一系列优先事项的结果。

Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.

理智是不朽的，其他一切都是有限的。

The role of the artist is to make the invisible visible.

The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.