作家最伟大的工具不是笔,而是引导它的心与思想。
撰写一生就像拼凑一幅马赛克,其中一些碎片不可避免地缺失了。
There are things that happen and leave no discernible trace, are not spoken or written of, though it would be very wrong to say that subsequent events go on indifferently, all the same, as though such things had never been.