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.
作家的生活是高度脆弱、几乎赤裸的活动。我们不必为此哭泣。作家做出了选择并坚持它。但可以说，你向所有的风敞开，其中一些确实冰冷。你独自一人，处于危险之中。你找不到庇护，没有保护——除非你撒谎——在这种情况下，你当然已经构建了自己的保护，可以说，成为了一个政治家。
做出伟大工作的唯一途径是热爱你所做的事。
It is no use doing what you like;you have got to like what you do.
Your brain is like a muscle; the more you use it, the stronger it gets.
想象力是一块肌肉。如果不锻炼，它就会萎缩。
Making music is not about pleasing others, but about expressing yourself.
我们看到的不是事物的本质，而是自己的本质。
I am not what I am.