The writer is a man who has to live in the world but not be of it.
作家是一个必须生活在世界上但不属于它的人。
她们开心地为别人活着,没人留意她们所做出的牺牲。最后,炉上的小蟋蟀停止了甜美的歌唱,灿烂的阳光消逝,只留下了寂静和阴影。
The act of painting is an act of meditation.
你唯一的限制是你给自己设定的限制。
In every true artist there is a child who believes in miracles.
People must feel that the natural world is important and valuable and beautiful and wonderful and an amazement and a pleasure.