The very shaping of history now outpaces the ability of men to orient themselves in accordance with cherished values. And which values? Even when they do not panic, men often sense that older ways of feeling and thinking have collapsed and that newer beginnings are ambiguous to the point of moral stasis.

我不是为了适合某个类别而制作音乐，我是为了感觉对而制作音乐。

The work of art is a cry in the night.

艺术家越完美，他身上受苦的人和创造的头脑就越完全分离。

一个好故事让你感觉不那么孤单。

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.