伊恩·麥克尤恩
當(dāng)代英國文學(xué)的重要代表
寫作不正是一種翱翔，一種可以做到的飛翔的、夢幻的、想象的形式嗎？
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
This is how the entire course of a life can be changed: by doing nothing.
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened.
Time does not heal all wounds; it just numbs the pain.
Oftentimes what blinds us from the truth are not the lies, but our own ego.
Though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
故事是一種心靈感應(yīng)的形式。通過在紙上書寫符號，她能夠?qū)⑺枷牒颓楦袕淖约旱哪X海傳遞到讀者的心中。這是一種神奇的過程，卻如此平常，以至于沒人會停下來去驚嘆它。