Every piece of plastic we recover and recycle is a step toward a cleaner planet.

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head.

I'm a creative genius and there's no other way to word it.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

绘画是用双手祈祷。

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise

写作不正是一种翱翔，一种可以做到的飞翔的、梦幻的、想象的形式吗？