The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

"You don’t need to walk the path that others have walked. You don’t need to suffer the same scars."

译文：世俗人的感情好比一张张纸，张张都是一样薄；人世间的事情好比一盘棋，一局更比一局新。赏析：人生坎坷不平，命运沉浮变化。世态炎凉如冰，人情淡薄似纸，不过是常态而已。我们唯有学会以平常心生存，才能在得意时不张扬，失意时不消沉。

You have to be willing to be uncomfortable to be a writer.