“The summer clouds: reminded me of the summers of 1940s when the world was naive.”

Spread the word. Spread the peace.

I see a woman who is rather calm because she doesn’t know what is waiting for her in her life after this. I was still not “that woman” who was hated by the public. I was an artist with fresh ideas.

The opposite of love is fear, not hate.

Don’t stop me! Don’t stop us! We’re gonna do it!

You may think I’m small, but I have a universe inside my mind.

One day, we should have a book of clouds in action.

Every moment in our lives is a miracle we should enjoy instead of ignoring.

Have the courage and strength to be yourself. Because there is no other choice. Do you have a choice of being somebody else?

World peace is one project that we have to do together.

Imagine painting all the statues in the world in the color of the sky

It’s better to dance than to march through life.

The River shines quietly.

The death of a loved one is a hollowing experience.

Everybody’s an artist. Everybody’s God. It’s just that they’re inhibited.

Being alone is very difficult.

My heart is mysteriously alive in the world of sounds – a totally different dimension from the daily life.

Behind every cloud is another cloud.

I yearn for the hues of grey along with the rumbling clouds bunched together as an alluring bouquets. I relish those days basking in the crisp air away from sun rays.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Why is Cloud 9 so amazing? What is wrong with Cloud 8?

Every cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.

The clouds in my head are raining hell today.

Over the horizon, underneath the clouds, beyond the stars, and close to the moon. I have spent almost all my life waiting for someone like you.