I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.

音乐是灵魂的语言。

伟大的代价是责任。

Death is the highest possibility of Being.

小说就像蜘蛛网，或许连接得很轻，但仍然在四个角落都与生活相连。