"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams."
我们都有自己的时间机器。带我们回去的叫回忆，带我们前行的叫梦想。
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
The aim of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
这个世界内心狂野，表面怪异。
"To create is to resist death."
