The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable to no one.

一旦上了屏幕，一切都变成表演。

译文：这种无端的愁绪最让人痛苦!不要去倚靠那高高的栏杆，夕阳正缓缓沉落，烟雾笼罩的柳林让人见了肝肠寸断。

When each day is the same as the next, it's because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.

创作行为并不纯粹。历史证明了这一点。社会学提取了它。作家失去了伊甸园，写作是为了被阅读，并最终意识到他不对任何人负责。

如果有人告诉你，他将做一个“很现实的决定”，你立刻就要明白，他已经打算好做错事了。

我是那种精神不正常的人。