存在两种可能性：要么我们在宇宙中是孤独的，要么不是。两者都同样可怕。
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
"Words are the bricks with which we build the houses of our imagination."
We want to make music that makes people move.
梦想家只能在月光下找到他的路，他的惩罚是比其他人更早看到黎明。
译文：今年春天眼看又要过去了，不知什么时候才是我回家的日子。
Nothing is really beautiful but truth, truth alone is lovely.
The writer’s life is a life of failure.