我是你妈妈死去的原因，我是你爸爸逃跑的原因。
我们都是自己欲望的囚徒，自由只是另一种形式的束缚。
I'm not a dreamer, I'm a doer.
When the mind that is subtle goes out through the brain and the sense-organs, the gross names and forms appear; when it stays in the heart, the names and forms disappear.
The most interesting art exists in the space between what is said and what is left unsaid.