The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.
The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.
骄傲暴戾的人,不能作为朋友。
Though the water running in the fountain be every one's, yet who can doubt, but that in the pitcher is his only who drew it out?
我唯一能依靠的就是我自己的不确定性。