There is only one real tragedy in a woman’s life. The fact that her past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.
女人一生只有一个真正的悲剧，那就是她的过去属于情人，未来只属于丈夫。
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
The music is my truth, and I’ll never compromise that.