在每个故事中,都有一片等待被发现的真相。
不要以为春天已经离去无处可寻,绿荫下还有未开放的花朵
作家必须相信他所做的是世界上最重要的事情。即使他知道这不是真的,他也必须坚持这种幻觉。
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.
The novel is a rebellion against the limits of reality.