“There could be nothing so important as a book can be.”很早就意识到自己不是一个能写小说的人所以最感动的一刻还是修改第四章的火车站Eugene saw a woman. Her eyes were blue. So quickly did he fall for her that no one in the room even heard the sound. Peiod. End of Chapter Four.真的那才是最重要的远远超越了编辑的家庭、作家的爱人疯马秀甚至作家本人
you lose touch when you lose your sense of identity, and that happened long ago, that's why you always need proof, proof that you still exist, you treat your stories and experiences......as if they were raw eggs, as if only you experience things