We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

作家是一个被困在一个人体内的世界。

在每个词中都有一个待发现的世界，一个意义宇宙，将我们与我们存在的最深处连接起来。