The writer cannot be a mere storyteller; he cannot be a mere teacher; he cannot be a mere entertainer. He must be all of these and more.
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
哭是上帝赋予我们的天性——但又有多少人小小年纪就会有如此的理由在上帝面前勉强倾洒出这般泪水。这是一个寒冷的阴沉的夜晚。在孩子的眼里,星星距离地面也似乎比看到的更过遥远。风未起,昏暗的树影投射在地面上,寂静无声,显得阴气沉沉。
如果你不愿意努力工作,就别指望成功。