A writer writes in the time when it is equally possible for any other one to be a writer. A real writer doesn't write to make himself the exclusive one, to fade the space that is not within his. What a writer wants is always one heart, if only one there is; rather than a world, which all those with ambition except writers desire. When in his eyes everyone is the same, a writer; he himself will surely not be far from that lovely truth. What a writer is carrying on with is that the world of spiritual hearts are worth being read, and so is his.
文人在其他任何一个人都有相同的可能成为文人的时候进行着写作。真正的文人不是为了让自己鹤立鸡群而写作,他不是为了要使自己领域之外的空间都黯然失色。文人想要的从来都是一颗心灵,只要有那么仅仅一颗;而不是要一个世界,这个所有有雄心的人都渴望得到,除了文人。当在他的眼里人人都一样,都是文人;他自己就一定已经离这个可爱的事实不远了。一个文人就是怀着这点前进着:全世界的精神之心都值得人们品读,而他自己的也是如此。