我们都会死去，所有人，多么荒谬！这种孤独的事实应该让我们彼此相爱可是并没有。我们在琐事中变得恐惧平庸，我们被虚无啃噬。

真正的纽约人暗中相信，生活在其他地方的人在某种意义上一定是在开玩笑。

I don't take anything for granted.

Because we are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.

美しいものは、いつかは壊れる運命にある。

You have to reject one expression of the human condition before you get to the music.

You put together two people who have not been put together before; and sometimes the world is changed, sometimes not. They may crash and burn, or they may ignite and light up the sky.