I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.
Painting is a way of forgetting oneself, of losing oneself in order to find oneself.
拼命奮斗，最后離開。
我不喜歡我的聲音。我不喜歡我的外表。我不喜歡我走路的樣子。我不喜歡我的表演方式。我真的這樣認(rèn)為。所以，你看，我不喜歡我自己。
In literature, there are no borders; it is a universal language that transcends cultures and geographies.
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.
We are all the sum of our memories.