我得经常同自己说，有些鸟儿是关不住的。它们的羽毛太鲜亮了。当它们飞走的时候，你心底里知道把它们关起来是一种罪恶，你会因此而振奋。不过，它们一走，你住的地方也就更加灰暗空虚。我觉得我真是怀念我的朋友。
I have to say to myself that some birds aren't very close. Their feathers are just too bright. When they fly away, you know it's a sin to lock them up, and you'll be inspired by them. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I think I really miss my friends.
世界是我们讲给自己的故事。
解释：如果自己都不尊重自己，那么危险和侮辱就会接踵而至。
我总是等机会错过了才发现我曾有过机会。