It's a terrible thing to be alone—yes it is—but it's also terrible to be with people and still feel alone.

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteencenturies, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?（From Jane Lampton Clemens）

每个清晨，我从床上跳下来，然后就踩上了地雷。那个地雷就是我自己。在爆炸之后，我把那一天剩下来的时间用来把炸烂后的碎片收拾到一起。