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.
The man who is fit to work at any particular trade is unable to understand the science of that trade without the help and guidance of those who are working with him or over him.
Fear is a powerful motivator, but it's also a liar.
独裁滋生恐惧，恐惧滋生沉默，沉默滋生压迫。
每个人都想要的唯一痴迷：'爱'。人们认为在坠入爱河时，他们使自己完整？灵魂的柏拉图式结合？我不这么认为。我认为你在开始之前就是完整的。而爱让你破碎。你是完整的，然后你被裂开了。
