我们都是孤独的,生来孤独,死也孤独,尽管有真爱杂志,我们总有一天会回顾我们的一生,看到尽管有伴侣,我们一直都是孤独的。
When you die you take absolutely nothing with you except your reputation.
The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of grass, one would have to make a diagram of the universe.
I'm the reason your ice won't freeze.