The historian is a prophet looking backward.

 我只向上帝祈求过一次，一句非常简短的祈祷：'上帝啊，让我的敌人变得可笑吧。' 上帝实现了这个祈愿。

"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."

在夜晚的寂静中，作家找到了最响亮的声音。

作品关乎存在与缺席。

语言是存在的居所。