希望是一幅美好的早餐,但却是一顿糟糕的晚餐。
The only way to find out what you really believe is to write a novel.
你解释得越多,艺术的力量就越弱。
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.