To write is to resist, to fight against the forces that seek to silence us, to assert our humanity in the face of dehumanization.
脸上有个污点,别人见了都暗自发笑,而自己还不知道,一旦有人直言相告,马上就用手拭去。如果还说:「我脸上有污点,与你有什么关系?」就不合乎人之常情了。可是当别人指出自身的缺点错误时,人们的态度为何就不是这样呢?
做一个世界的水手,游遍所有的港口。
音乐是我的生命,没有音乐我不知道怎么办。
To be a writer is to acknowledge the secret wounds that we carry inside us, the ones that never heal and that define who we are.