心是指南针，但并不总指向北方。
The heart is a compass that doesn’t always point north.
Art is explosion, explosion is art.#艺术就是爆炸，爆炸就是艺术。
我的心快要从未修剪的胸膛跳出来。
The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
Happiness comes from between. It is not something that you can find, acquire, or achieve directly. You have to get the conditions right and then wait.