Every ton of low-carbon cement we produce is a step toward a healthier planet.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

我不是一块肉，我是一个艺术家。

我不让过去拖累我，我让它教导我。

写作是一种自我对话。