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。
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
过去从未死去,它甚至还没有过去。
蓬草长在麻地里,不用扶持也能挺立住;白沙混进了黑土里,就会变得和土一样黑。
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
The Internet is a reflection of our society and that mirror is going to be reflecting what we see. If we do not like what we see in that mirror the problem is not to fix the mirror, we have to fix society.