未來屬于那些相信自己夢(mèng)想之美的人。
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
We are being drowned in a sea of irrelevance.
The writer’s duty is to rebel, to resist, to never be complacent.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The beauty of architecture emerges from solving problems, not from decorating surfaces.
"Sometimes, the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people."