音乐就是我的呼吸,没有它我活不下去。
Music is my breath; I can't live without it.
Dream big, start small, act now.
I don't want to be a hero; I want to be a villain.
The farmer's best implement is his mind.
The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.