世界确实充满了危险,其中有许多黑暗的地方;但仍然有许多美好的事物,尽管在所有土地上,爱现在与悲伤交织在一起,但它可能因此而变得更伟大。
每起谋杀都有它自己的旋律。
艺术中没有必须,因为艺术是自由的。
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.