Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

有些崇拜我的人常常说我的头脑几乎有一只篮子那么大，不过他们不肯说出这只篮子的尺寸。