A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.

In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.

决不要害怕刹那--永恒之声这样唱着。

你知道，有些鸟是注定不会关在牢笼里的，它的每一片羽毛都闪耀着自由的光辉。

成功的收获始于倾听——倾听土地、植物和照料它们的人。