A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
"We are all victims of our own illusions."
最虚度的日子,是那些没有欢笑的日子。
我不是唱片工业的产物,我是自己想象力的产物。
Every seed planted is a bet on the future—choose wisely.