我们生来孤独，活着孤独，死去孤独。尽管有那些浪漫杂志的渲染，终有一天我们会回顾一生，发现尽管有人相伴，我们始终孤独。

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

The universe is a symphony of energy and matter, playing out in the grandest scale.

The best way to predict the future is to invent it.