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.

You're dead if you aim only for kids. Adults are only kids grown up， anyway.

未来属于那些能够在不给地球或人类留下伤痕的情况下制造皮革的人。

胆识要大，心思要细密；智慧要圆融，行为要方正。

The true test of our work comes decades later, when it's still being loved and used.