How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
Music is my therapy, my escape, and my passion.
——《在沪举办茶话会上的演说》(1916年7月17日)