你无法回到家乡，回到你的家庭，回到你的童年，回到浪漫的爱情，回到年轻人对荣耀和名声的梦想，回到流亡，逃到欧洲和某个外国，回到抒情，为了唱歌而唱歌，回到唯美主义，回到你年轻时对“艺术”和美的想法，回到象牙塔，回到乡村的地方，回到百慕大的小屋，远离世界上所有的冲突和斗争，回到你失去并一直在寻找的父亲，回到可以帮助你、拯救你、减轻你负担的人，回到那些曾经看似永恒但一直在变化的旧形式和系统——回到时间和记忆的逃避。
You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.
The novel is a perfect medium for revealing to us the changing rainbow of our living relationships.
死者无法为正义呐喊。为死者伸张正义是生者的责任。
我们必定是朝着自己的目标有意识地走了一部分路程，然后在不知不觉中一跃而取得了成功。我们做得最好或最完美的事情，都以经长时间反复练习得到充分掌握为前提，最终在不经意中像树上飘落的树叶一般降临到我们头上。我们最后要做的都在无意识之中完成了。
作家的生活是由句子构成的生活。
"Mathematics is not about numbers, equations, computations, or algorithms: it is about understanding."