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.

I'm interested in the edges of things.

"The task of the poet is to give voice to what is otherwise unspeakable."

孔子说：“早上理解真理，晚上死也值得。”

You have to be willing to fail to succeed.

I don't rap about my struggles, I rap about my victories.

小说是一面沿着大路行走的镜子。