When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."
当一个人意识到自己被深深倾听时，他的眼睛会湿润。我想在某种程度上，他是喜极而泣。就好像他在说：“感谢上帝，有人听到了我。有人知道我的感受。”
每个孩子都应该在他们读的故事中看到自己。
夜里不睡的人，白天多多少少总有什么逃避掩饰的吧。白昼解不开的结，黑夜慢慢耗。
The artist must be a dancer of the invisible.
"The only way out is through."
每个人都有自己的故事。
The body remembers what the mind forgets.
Every great mathematical theory begins as a heresy and ends as a dogma.
真相很少纯粹，也绝不简单。