To write is to make sense of the chaos.
You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
The writer must be a defender of the individual against the tyranny of the collective.
The speech we hear is an indication of that which we don't hear. It is a necessary avoidance, a violent, sly, anguished or mocking smokescreen which keeps the other in its place.
To write a life is to assemble a mosaic where some pieces are inevitably missing.
我不是乐队,我是管弦乐团。