当一个人意识到自己被深深倾听时，他的眼睛会湿润。我想在某种程度上，他是喜极而泣。就好像他在说：“感谢上帝，有人听到了我。有人知道我的感受。”
When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
现实并非发生在我们身上的事，而是我们如何处理那些发生的事。
文学应该让人不安，应该提出问题，而不是给出答案。
【释义】如果认为眼下的荣华富贵会永远延续，不考虑未来的危机，这终究不是长久之计。