You don’t have to be perfect. Just be yourself.

The real is always stranger than fiction.

In the end, we are all alone. But that loneliness is what connects us all.

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

命中注定。如果我真的成为了你梦的一部分，你终将会回来。

我们必须将地球视为一个单一的有机体，并尊重它。