我不必向任何人证明什么。没有什么可证明的。

地平线是最终的建筑参考。

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

真正的作家永远是一个流亡者，即使在自己的国家也是如此。