"The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web."
我會(huì)懷疑自己，我會(huì)缺乏安全感，我會(huì)恐懼失敗。我會(huì)在那幾個(gè)夜晚，在我喜歡的球場(chǎng)上現(xiàn)身時(shí)，想著「我的背很痛，我的腳受傷，我的膝蓋受傷。我沒(méi)有辦法了，我只想放松?！刮覀兌荚晕覒岩桑悴恍枰裾J(rèn)它，但你也不能夠向它屈服。你要做的是去擁抱它。
Cleverness is a gift， kindness is a choice.
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.