"I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly."
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.
真金不怕火炼。
写作是留下自己的一部分。
The blood in the animal body is impelled in a circle, and is in a state of ceaseless motion.