No hay nada más peligroso que la idea de un solo hombre.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

"The stories we tell shape who we are."

我不喜欢第二，我喜欢第一。

你给予的越多，得到的回报就越多。