人类对变化过敏。他们喜欢说，“我们一直都是这样做的。”我试图与之抗争。这就是为什么我的墙上有一个逆时针运行的时钟。
在文学的领域里，没有界限，只有无尽的可能性。
我越是坚定地作为自己存在于时代的条件中，我就越清晰地听到过去的语言，越感受到普遍历史的呼吸。
The truth about the world is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is. A hat trick in a medicine show. A fevered dream. A trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent. An itinerant carnival. A migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
我不与任何人竞争，我与自己竞争。