You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open heart.

人体是一个复杂的谜题，而病毒只是其中的一部分。

If you’re horrible to me, I’m going to write a song about it, and it won’t be a good one.

"Exile is not a place, it's a state of mind you carry with you."