So that morning in 1962 I told myself: Let everyone else call your idea crazy . . . just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop.
I'm not perfect, but I'm always me.
心靈是一個(gè)不斷進(jìn)化的經(jīng)驗(yàn)流。
我也許已經(jīng)失去了我的心，但沒(méi)有失去我的自控力。
Literature is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.