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.
如果我们是一个好的团队，并且知道我们想做什么，我们中的一个人可以击败他们中的十个人。
真相往往比小说更离奇。
The moment of victory is much too short to live for that and nothing else.
我成日都觉得，做人最紧要系有heart。