心是一个被遗忘的欲望的迷宫。

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麽可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。

市场总是对的；你的任务是正确解读它。

I don’t ask writers about their work habits. I really don’t care. Joyce Carol Oates says somewhere that when writers ask each other what time they start working and when they finish and how much time they take for lunch, they’re actually trying to find out, ‘Is he as crazy as I am?’ I don’t need that question answered.

纪念碑是变化城市中的一个固定点。

The power of art lies in its unpredictability. 艺术的力量在于它的不可预测性。

相信自己，一切皆有可能。