写作是狗一样的生活,但却是唯一值得过的生活。
So that morning in 1962 I told myself: Let everyone else call your idea crazy . . . just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.