The act of writing is an act of resistance against the absurdity of life.

She's simply too strange. We can't relate to her, she speaks in a funny way, she comes from an odd place. So we can't relate to her, and when you can't relate to somebody, you don't envy them. The closer two people are -- in age, in background, in the process of identification -- the more there's a danger of envy, which is incidentally why none of you should ever go to a school reunion, because there is no stronger reference point than people one was at school with.

那是一个金发女郎。一个能让主教在彩色玻璃窗上踢出一个洞的金发女郎。