数学只向那些纯粹出于对其美的热爱而接近它的人揭示其秘密。

I wake up every morning and I say to myself, ‘You’re a bad bitch. You can do whatever you want.’

I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.

简单是终极的复杂。

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.