艺术不只是为艺术家，而是为每个人准备的。
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
人は、自分のために生きるのではなく、誰かのために生きることで、初めて自分らしさを見つけることができる。
悲伤不是线性的过程。它像波浪一样袭来，有时那些波浪会把你击倒。
