The Soviet man was a man who was always waiting—for rations, for orders, for the end.

"Writing is a way of making sense of the chaos of life."

Music makes people come together.

绘画的行为是一种共融的行为。

在黑暗中，我们找到了自己人性的光芒。

在某种程度上，我们都是自己时代的囚徒。