Because we are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.
因为我们是蛆虫的食物，因为不管你信不信，在这儿的每一个人，有一天都会停止呼吸、变冷、死亡。
作家的秘密不是灵感——因为灵感从何而来永远是个谜——而是固执和耐力。
The books that we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us.
写作是为了留下痕迹，为了说：我曾在这里，我存在过。
我越是坚定地作为自己存在于时代的条件中，我就越清晰地听到过去的语言，越感受到普遍历史的呼吸。