我们生来孤独,活着孤独,死去孤独。尽管有浪漫杂志的渲染,终有一天我们回顾一生,会发现尽管有人相伴,我们始终孤独。
I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."
I don't write for the reader, I write against the reader.