The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

创造力是在看似不相关的事物之间建立联系。

我不在乎你是否被冒犯。我不在乎。我不是来交朋友的。我是来做音乐的。