"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way."

诗歌是灵魂的语言，是难以言喻的声音。

Forests are the lungs of the earth—let's not suffocate them.

我成功的秘诀就是忠于自我。

The power of a man, is his present means, to obtain some future apparent good.

I'm interested in that space between words and pictures where meaning vibrates.