I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.
我不知道为什么人们期望艺术要有意义。他们接受了生活没有意义的事实。
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
It is not the place that makes the person, but the person who makes the place.
