写作是找到一种声音，然后有勇气使用它的问题。
【译文】 季路问怎样侍奉鬼神，孔子说：“人都不能侍奉好，还谈什么侍奉鬼神？“请问死是怎么回事？“生都不了解，还谈什么了解死？”
I like to tell a story and not explain it. I like to leave it open-ended.
I am not afraid of being overpowered by the impression. It will pass away soon enough.
The everyday is always extraordinary if you look closely enough.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
未被表达的情绪永远不会消亡。它们被活埋，并将在未来以更丑陋的方式涌现。
我年轻时领略过一种高尚的情操，我至今不能忘掉，这是我的烦恼。
The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.
