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.
我相信每一个故事都是一种真相。
我的话在她心中：冰冷的抛光石头沉入沼泽。
对我来说，能够确定此刻你和我存在就足够了。
伟大的工程以你不理解的方式解决你未曾意识到的问题。
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.