想象力是對(duì)抗現(xiàn)實(shí)的唯一武器。
I hate people who don't like garlic, onions, or the smell of smoke.
I don't care what you think about me. I don't think about you at all.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
The most valuable resource in our industry isn't underground—it's the people who make it all possible.
有時(shí)我希望有人能找到我。