"The world was hers for the reading."

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on.

故事不仅仅是一个传说；它是一面反映人类存在复杂性的镜子。

生命与死亡之间的界限，充其量不过是模糊的阴影。谁能说清它们的交界在哪里？

戏剧是一面镜子，不仅反映我们的外部现实，也反映我们的内心世界，我们的梦想和我们的噩梦。