Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

我的目的地不再是一个地方，而是一种新的观察方式。

艺术不是关于完美，而是关于表达。

The body is a prison, and language is the key.

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

格瓦拉第二次漫游南美前对母亲说