I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
We are never as happy or as unhappy as we imagine.
麥田和我沒有任何關聯(lián)，真令人沮喪。不過，你有金黃色的頭發(fā)。想想看，如果你馴服了我，那該有多好??！小麥也是金黃色的，那會使我想起你。我會喜歡聽麥田里的風聲……
Writing is a way of trying to understand what happens to us.
你可以在我唱之前試著從這張紙上讀我的歌詞，但在我說出來之前，你無法消除這些詞的刺痛。