To be human is to be incomplete, always searching.
The only way to understand painting is to look at it for a long time.
不被嘲笑的梦想,是不值得去实现的。
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.