另一个人的心是一片黑暗的森林,无论它曾经多么接近自己的心。
写作就像在大理石上雕刻:每个词都必须精确且不可复制。
我不想成为下一个谁。我想成为第一个我自己。
The novel is an art form that is always in crisis, always on the verge of disappearing, and that's what keeps it alive.
The only way to escape the past is to confront it.