The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
心灵是自己的地方,在那里可以把地狱变成天堂,把天堂变成地狱。
Money is concerned only with what is common to all: it asks for the exchange value, it reduces all quality and individuality to the question: How much?
Music is my way of connecting with the world.
There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.