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.

我梦到了我的儿子会成长为一个好人，一个拥有自由意志的人；我梦到了有一天，你会回到我们童年玩耍的这片土地，故地重游；我梦到了鲜花再次在街道上盛开……天空满是色彩斑斓的风筝!

英国烘焙传统是值得骄傲的东西，但也是我们必须不断发展的东西。

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."

精神的平静是最高境界。