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.
"I am not interested in the individual, but in the whole."
我不想成为名人，我只想成为一个歌手。
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
