爱是唯一分享后反而增长的东西。
有时我认为,唯一将我们与过去联系在一起的,就是现在。没有现在,过去将永远消失。
A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.