《关睢》这首诗，快乐而不过分，哀婉而不伤恸。

应对不自由世界的唯一方法就是变得如此绝对自由，以至于你的存在本身就是一种反叛。

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.