We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.

I’m not here to be liked by everyone. I’m here to be myself.

期望越高，我越努力。