What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.
The heart is a muscle the size of your fist. Keep loving, keep fighting.
每一件艺术品都是向观者提出的一个问题。
译文:任凭尘世白日里忙碌得像火一样炽热,我却像云朵飘荡,无忧无虑。