I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
在每个角色中,都有我的一部分,而在我身上,也有我扮演过的每个角色的一部分。
It's okay if someone dislikes you. Not everyone has good taste.
Why do I stand up here? I stand upon my desk...to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.