作家的生活是高度脆弱、几乎赤裸的活动。我们不必为此哭泣。作家做出了选择并坚持它。但可以说，你向所有的风敞开，其中一些确实冰冷。你独自一人，处于危险之中。你找不到庇护，没有保护——除非你撒谎——在这种情况下，你当然已经构建了自己的保护，可以说，成为了一个政治家。
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.
真相往往比小说更令人惊讶。
The truth is always stranger than fiction.
我练习得越多，我就越幸运。
艺术属于所有人，也不属于任何人。艺术属于所有时代，也不属于任何时代。艺术属于创造它的人，也属于品味它的人。艺术不属于大众或时代，正如它不属于评论家或收藏家。
感知的动态受“完形律”（良好形式）原则支配。