艺术家是他时代的孩子，但如果他也是时代的门徒，甚至是时代的宠儿，那他就倒霉了。

We don't inherit the land from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.

The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.

一个人生命中最孤独的时刻是当他们看着自己的整个世界分崩离析，而他们所能做的只是茫然地凝视。

We don't have to choose between people and nature—we can thrive together.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.