假如我的医生告诉我，我只剩6分钟可活，我不会忧伤，我会把字打的快一点。

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.

我不害怕坠入爱河，我害怕的是恋爱中我会变成的那个人。

Security is sleeping in the back seat of the car...When you're a little kid, and you've ben somewhere with your Mom and Dad, and it's night, and you're riding home in the car, you can sleep in the back seat...You don't have to worry about anything...Your Mom and Dad are in the front seat, and they do all the worrying...But it doesn't last! Suddenly, you're grown up, and it can never be that way again!