Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

【释义】经过多年努力也还不够，一旦毁坏却十分彻底。

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?

我不是说唱歌手，我是一个怪物。