一個故事不像一條要跟隨的路……它更像一座房子。你走進去，待一會兒，來回徘徊，在你喜歡的地方安頓下來，發(fā)現(xiàn)房間和走廊如何相互關(guān)聯(lián)，外面的世界如何通過這些窗戶的視角而改變。
《關(guān)睢》這首詩，快樂而不過分，哀婉而不傷慟。
The poem is an inner image that emerges into words.
一個通過征稅求繁榮的國家就好像一個縮在桶里想把自己提起來的人。
Can I jump over two or three guys like I used to? No. Am I as fast as I used to be? No, but I still have the fundamentals and smarts. That’s what enables me to still be a dominant player. As a kid growing up, I never skipped steps. I always worked on fundamentals because I know athleticism is fleeting.