A man without a homeland is like a nightingale without a song.
没有祖国的人，就像没有歌声的夜莺。
你围绕发生在自己身上的事情构建生活。
We are all obsessed with the idea of the frontier, but it's a frontier that keeps receding.
We don't just look at art, we enter into relationship with it.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,Old time is still a-flying,And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.
I am drawn to the fragmented, the incomplete, the unresolved.