I used to think the world was broken down by tribes. Then I thought it was broken down by rich and poor. Then I thought it was broken down by stupid and smart. But I know now that it is broken down by people who are alive and people who are dead.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

写作不是为了交流，而是为了思考。

The destiny of world civilization depends upon providing a decent standard of living for all mankind.

We work with what is there because it has value.