In the end, the only thing of any interest is the paths people take. The tragic part is that even when they know where they're going and who they are. Everything is still a mystery. And that mystery, forever unsolved, is life.
生活就像一盒巧克力:你永遠(yuǎn)不知道你會得到什么 I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental—like on a breeze. But I think maybe it's both. Maybe both get happening at the same time.