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.
It is wrong to have an ideal view of the world. That's where the mischief starts. That's where everything starts unravelling.
The harder you work, the luckier you get.
The stock exchange is a poor substitute for the Holy Grail.
只为自己活着的人，不值得活在世上。
地球也是球形的，因为它从各个方向向中心施加压力。