April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

不要问我是谁，也不要要求我保持不变。

The truth is not something we find, but something we create.

人心的差异，就像人的面孔一样各不相同。

I don't let anyone tell me what I can or can't do.

唯一真正的爱是对美的爱。

一个好故事让你感觉不那么孤单。