I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.

飞蓬生长在麻地里，不用扶持也能挺立；白沙混进黑色泥土，也会跟着一起变黑。

Every life is a story, and every story is a life.