"Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it."

I’m not here to fit into anyone’s box. I’m here to be myself.

过去并没有死去；它甚至还没有过去。

我需要的是春天的蒲公英。那明亮的黄色意味着重生而不是毁灭。生命可以继续的承诺，无论我们的损失有多糟糕。它可以再次变得美好。