生命就像一盒巧克力,你永远无法知道下一个是什么味道的。
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.