We made gods of men and they leave us. Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful.
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.
写作是面对存在的混乱并在其中找到意义。
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.