We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.

Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice.

I don't let failure define me. I let it refine me.

I don't believe in perfection. I think that's a very dangerous idea. It's a very unattainable idea.

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.

幸福是一种内在的工作。