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 do not lack the courage to think a thought all the way through, and thus far I have encountered no thought that I have feared.
谁也不能剥夺我们对真理的追求。
我们假装是什么,我们就是什么,所以我们必须小心我们假装是什么。