"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

画布是艺术家为真理而战的战场。

"Words are the bricks with which we build the houses of our imagination."

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

疼痛不仅仅是一种感觉；它是一种复杂的生物反应，告诉我们某些地方出了问题。