我祈祷上天赐予这座房子和所有将来居住在这里的人最好的祝福。愿只有诚实和聪明的人在这个屋顶下统治。
A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
永不放弃,永不屈服。
Music is the only thing that makes sense anymore.