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.
"A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's."
世界所有前进的动力都归功于不安分的人。快乐的人不可避免地把自己限制在古老的界限内。
我爱你胜过自己的眼睛 整个的空间和广大的自由。
摆脱诱惑的唯一方法就是屈服于它。
"The world is a place of horror, but also of beauty."