当四周逐渐阴沉暗淡,理性悄然隐没了光线,希望的火烛摇曳欲熄,我在孤独中徘徊茫然。
There is a violence in being known, and a violence in remaining unknown.
Everyone has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean. Everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them.