If You Don't Remember History Accurately, How

It Terrified Me To Have An Idea That Was Solely Mine To Be No Longer A Part Of My Mind, But Totally Public.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

To Fly, We Have To Have Resistance. It's All About Turbulence. Reacting To Images Of Wave Patterns In Fluid Motion.

I Try To Give People A Different Way Of Looking At Their Surroundings. That's Art To Me.

Our Parents Decided Not To Teach Us Chinese. It Was An Era When They Felt We Would Be Better Off If We Didn't Have That Complication.