Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience.
Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子,你怎么扯,怎么拽,总也不够,踢也好,打也好,它总也盖不住我们,从我们哭着降生到我们奄奄一息,它只会盖住你的脸,不管你如何痛苦,不管你如何痛苦,如何叫喊。
Anyone who recovers from an addiction has my respect.