My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
我的话在她心中:冰冷的抛光石头沉入沼泽。
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
我不会让别人来书写我的故事。
写作的行为是一种勇气的行为,是对虚无的挑战。
在这个行业里,你必须无所畏惧。