For me they normally happen, these career crises, often, actually, on a Sunday evening, just as the sun is starting to set, and the gap between my hopes for myself and the reality of my life starts to diverge so painfully that I normally end up weeping into a pillow.

作家是一面反映世界的镜子，也是一盏照亮人类灵魂黑暗角落的灯。

The desert teaches patience, silence, and the art of listening to the whispers of time.

我还没有把我所见所闻的一半告诉你们。