"There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality."

当我们本应更明智地保护自己免受其害时，纯真总是默默地呼唤保护：纯真就像一个失去了铃铛的哑巴麻风病人，漫游世界，无意伤害。

We are all our own prisons, and our own jailers.

I don’t make art for the audience—I make it for the conversation.

The mind is a constantly reorganizing system.