艺术是逃离世界混乱的唯一避难所,一个我们可以找到意义和美丽的地方。
解释:乌鸦聚集在一起,虽然看上去很和好,实际上并不亲密;不慎重地结交朋友,虽似牢固,终必破裂。
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tips of my words.