The world is a place of the living, and the dead have no place in it. The dead are nothing. They are not even a memory. They are forgotten. And the living, too, will be forgotten.
我是一个偶尔喝酒的人,那种出去喝杯啤酒然后在新加坡醒来时满脸胡须的人。
The night is a great symphony, but the stars are its notes.
最终,我们都只是等待被讲述的故事。
The past is never dead. It's not even past.