夜晚是条跟着你回家的黑狗。

我从来不知道自己对某件事的看法，除非我读了自己写下的东西。

We use mathematics to understand the markets, not to predict them.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.

真相不是我们找到的东西，而是我们创造的东西。