我得经常同自己说,有些鸟儿是关不住的。它们的羽毛太鲜亮了。当它们飞走的时候,你心底里知道把它们关起来是一种罪恶,你会因此而振奋。不过,它们一走,你住的地方也就更加灰暗空虚。我觉得我真是怀念我的朋友。
I have to say to myself that some birds aren't very close. Their feathers are just too bright. When they fly away, you know it's a sin to lock them up, and you'll be inspired by them. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I think I really miss my friends.
I’m not here to fit in. I’m here to stand out.
The process is more important than the result.
We are all patchworks of our experiences, memories, and the stories we tell ourselves.