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Type: Highlight Created: 2/18/2013 Location: 33-34 Page:
我最近常住香港。从你活着的时候到七十年代末,大陆和外界的联系只能通过这个小岛。钱把小岛挤得全是房子和人,也挤出来中国其他地方没有的单位城市面积上的丰富。
Type: Highlight Created: 2/27/2013 Location: 1474-77 Page:
“I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God.”(Henry Miller, 《Tropic of Cancer》)
Type: Highlight Created: 2/27/2013 Location: 1477-81 Page:
“I knew it was my own creature I heard scrabbling, and when Sissel heard it one afternoon and began to worry, I realised her fantasies were involved too, it was a sound which grew out of our lovemaking. We heard it when we were finished and lying quite still on our backs, when we were empty and clear, perfectly quiet. It was the impression of small claws scratching blindly against a wall, such a distant sound it needed two people to hear it.”(Ian McEwan, 《First Love, Last Rites》)