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.
有机体不仅学会做什么,还学会什么导致什么。
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
I'm not perfect, but I'm always striving to be better.
我们不是从祖先那里继承了土地,而是从子孙那里借来的。