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意識(shí)流文學(xué)的代表人物
To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
The salvation of the world is in man's suffering.
世界的救贖在于人類的苦難中。
The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one... If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is worth any number of old ladies.
作家的唯一責(zé)任是對(duì)他的藝術(shù)負(fù)責(zé)。如果他是個(gè)好作家，他會(huì)完全無情...如果一個(gè)作家必須搶劫他的母親，他不會(huì)猶豫；
I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't and then tries the short story which is the most demanding form after poetry. And failing at that, only then does he turn to the novel.
我是個(gè)失敗的詩人。也許每個(gè)小說家最初都想寫詩，發(fā)現(xiàn)自己做不到后嘗試短篇小說——那是僅次于詩歌要求最高的形式。連這個(gè)也失敗了，他才會(huì)轉(zhuǎn)向長(zhǎng)篇小說。
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
You don't love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.
唯一值得寫的是人類內(nèi)心與自我的沖突。
They are not monuments, but footprints. A monument only says, 'At least I got this far,' while a footprint says, 'This is where I was when I moved again.'
它們不是紀(jì)念碑，而是腳印。紀(jì)念碑只會(huì)說'至少我到了這里'，而腳印會(huì)說'這是我再次移動(dòng)時(shí)所在的地方'。
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
Man will not merely endure: he will prevail.
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
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