Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
明天可能是地狱，但今天是写作的好日子，在写作的好日子里，其他什么都不重要。
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
求知若饥，虚心若愚。