The writer must be a defender of the individual against the tyranny of the collective.
我不抱怨,不为自己辩解,我接受一切并继续工作。
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.