译文：明亮的月光掠过枝头，惊飞了树上的喜鹊;清凉的夜风中，半夜里蝉儿发出阵阵鸣叫。在稻花的香气里，人们谈论着丰收的年景，耳边传来一片青蛙的叫声。

Acting is not about being someone different. It's finding the similarity in what is apparently different, then finding myself in there.

A city's identity is shaped by its architecture and public spaces.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love； it is the prerogative of the brave.

The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.