the secret of a happy old age is nothing else but a decent agreement with loneliness.
even if one's feelings have been dried up, there will always be a moment to move the deep strings of the soul; after all, we are not born to enjoy loneliness.
because I think illusory is just a tool to whitewash reality. But in the final analysis, the source of creation is always a reality. And illusory or simple fabrication, like Walter Disney's stuff, is not based on reality. It's most disgusting. I remember a time when I wrote a fairy tale enthusiastically, named "the sea of wasted time", and I sent it to you. As you used to tell me frankly, you don't like this book. You think that illusory is at least incomprehensible to you. Your words are my awakening, because children do not like illusory, they like to imagine things. The difference between illusion and imagination is just like that of a puppet manipulated puppet and a real person.
the reality is not a piece of paper, it is around us, every day and so many lives and death, but also nourishes never exhausted, full of beautiful and unfortunate creative fountainhead, my wandering, homesick Columbia people are only blessed with the goddess of luck. The reality is so unthinkable that we do not need too much imagination, whether a poet or beggar, a beggar, a warrior or a gangster, and the greatest challenge is that it is impossible to convince people of our real life by conventional methods. My friends, this is the crux of our loneliness.
to be honest, if an idea can't afford to discard for many years, I will never be interested. And if this idea does stand up to the test, like I wrote "100 years of loneliness" for fifteen years, write "the decline of the parents" for sixteen years, write "a beforehand murder case" thought for thirty years, then, then it will fall down, I will write it.
she reminded him that the weak can never enter the kingdom of love, because it is a harsh, stingy country, women will only be the strong will of the man. Because only such a man can give them a sense of security. They crave this sense of security to face the challenges of life.
the writer's very attempt to portray reality often leads him to see it in a distorted way. In order to try to transform reality, he will eventually lose contact with him in an ivory tower. Journalism is a good precaution against this. This is why I have been trying to do journalism all the time, because it keeps me in touch with the real world.
I think other writers have an idea and an idea to write a book. I always have to have an image first. "Tuesday nap" I think is my best short story. It was written by a woman in a desolate town, wearing a mourning dress, a woman with a black umbrella, and a little girl in the hot hot sun, who was also wearing a mourning suit. "Withered leaves and fallen leaves" is an old man bringing his grandson to the funeral. The reason why the colonel is not written to him is based on the image of a man waiting for a ferry at the terminal of balajera. The man was silent and anxious. A few years later, I wrote a letter in Paris, perhaps a draft, which was so anxious and uneasy, just like the one I remember.
in the morning in a desert island, in a big city in the evening. In the morning, I need to be quiet; in the evening, I have to drink some wine to chat with my close friends. I always feel that I must keep in touch with people in the streets and lanes and get to know the current situation in time. What I am talking about here is consistent with William Faulkner's meaning. I heard that the most perfect home for a writer is fireworks, a quiet morning and laughter at night.
to share with the wind, to WeChat people is not invariable from the birth of a womb. On the contrary, life will force him to be reborn again and again.
old age is not a level current, but a bottomless underground reservoir, where memory is drained away.
the love of the heart is above the waist, and the love of the body goes down the waist.
I don't want to win and win with anyone. This is like climbing a mountaineer, risking his life to climb the peak, but once he comes up, what should he do next? Go down, or try to be wise and try to be as decent as possible.
I don't wear a hat, so I don't want to pick it off in front of others.
every marriage will inevitably encounter a problem such as a derailment. Handling this kind of problem always tests the wisdom and courage of the other side.
the word "inspiration" has made a notorious reputation for romantic writers. I believe that inspiration is neither a talent nor a talent, but a kind of reconciliation that the writer's perseverance and exquisite skill make for the subject they are trying to express. When a person wants to write something, the person and the subject that he wants to express will have a constraint of tension, because the writer tries to explore the subject, and the subject tries to set up various obstacles. Sometimes, all obstacles will be swept away, all contradictions will be solved, and many things will never happen in the past. At this time, you will feel that writing is the best thing in life. This is the inspiration I think.
if God gives me a life, I will simply dress up and hide in the sunlight, exposing not only the body, but also my soul.
love, first of all, is an instinct, either born or never.
you and death seem to have nothing to see, no feeling, your parents in the middle of you, when your parents passed away, you will face these things, or you see the death is very abstract, you do not know. Relatives, friends, neighbors, generations, their death is not so direct to you, parents are separated by a curtain between you and death, to keep you out, and your closest person will affect your life and death.
women of any age have the beauty that she can not reproduce at that age. She has been reduced by age and recompensed for her character, and has won more by diligence.
tears are false, sad is true, one thousand years later without you, there is no me.
In a hundred years alone, I finished writing in less than two years. But before I sat by the typewriter, it took me fifteen or six years to conceive of the novel.
the more power you have, the harder it is for you to know who is lying to you and who is not. When you reach absolute power, you have no connection with reality, and this is the worst kind of loneliness you can have.
no matter where to go, should remember, the past is false, memory is an endless road, all the past spring no longer exist, even the most tenacious and wild love, in the final analysis, is just a fleeting reality.
interpreting our reality with other people's standards will only make us more and more unfamiliar, more and more restricted and more lonely.
when I started writing, I just explored the mystery of writing and felt happy and joyful. I hardly thought of what responsibility I had to bear. I remember, at that time, at two or three in the morning, when I finished the work of the newspaper, I could write four pages, five pages, or even ten pages of books. Sometimes a short story is written at one breath.
I always believe that there is a special mental state. In that state, you can write freely and think freely. All excuses, such as writing at home and so on, disappear. When you find the right theme and the right way to deal with it, that moment and mental state seem to be coming. And it can only be what you really like.
I travel because I decided to go, not because of the interest in scenery.
when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall that she can't jump out, the fortress she pushes out, and the moral scruples she can't throw away. In fact, she is not able to hold her God. Be careful to make such a decision.
literature is nothing but carpentry. Both are dealing with reality, and material is as hard as wood. Both are full of tricks and skills. Basically, there are very few magic tricks that involve a lot of hard work.
keeping faith is a treasure and should not be thrown at will.
life is a wonderful thing that people have invented.
If you don't wear new shoes, you will never fit.
Always say what you feel, do what you think about! If I knew that today is the last time I saw you fall asleep, I would hug you warmly, and pray God to protect your soul. If I knew this was the last time I saw you leave home, I would give you a hug and a kiss, and then call you again, hug and kiss again. If I knew it was the last time I heard your voice, I would record every word of yours so that I could listen to it again and again. If I know this is the last few minutes to see you, I will say "I love you" instead of foolishly assuming that you already know.
in fact, everything has been arranged properly, and fate has been destined to happen one by one, and finally led us to this Wednesday. Macondo's Wednesday is a good day to bury the devil.
the secular advantages: security, harmony and happiness. Once these things add together, it may seem like love is almost equal to love. But they are not love in the end. With a sponge without tears, erase his memory thoroughly, and let him grow a poppy flower in the space occupied by her memory.
because the works I am writing are part of my private life. To be honest, I feel a little pitiful to those writers who talk about their future works in interviews. Because it proves that their things are not going well, they want to solve the problems that can't be solved in the novel, and try to comfort themselves.
if a person has to say something falsehood, he is at the end of his life. Before telling falsehood, did you think that it was really at the end of the day?
I started writing by accident, perhaps just to show to a friend that my generation can produce writers. From then on, I fell in love with writing, and I couldn't stop it. Later, I thought, in addition to writing, nothing in the world could make me more fond of it.
if we do not know what role and mission the fate assigns to us, we will not be able to continue to live.
the past is a false, memory is a way of no return, all the past spring can not be restored, even the most wild and tough love, in the final analysis, is just a fleeting reality, only loneliness and eternity.
he is too young to know that memories will always erase the bad and exaggerate, and it is precisely because of this mystery that we can shoulder the burden of the past.
the law of life seems to be rusty. It is both a scorn and a fear, but it is also a kind of protection, which makes him unable to realize the passage of time.
the honest way of life is in fact in accordance with the wishes of his own body, hungry when eating, when love does not have to lie, sleep time does not need to escape the shameful love program and sleep, and finally become the whole bed of the owner, all of which belong to their own.
always have a tomorrow, life gives us another opportunity to do things well, but if I make a mistake, today is all we have, I will tell you how much I love you, I will never forget you.
buy a Zhang Yongjiu ticket and climb a train that never ends. ()
I first put a piece of paper into a typewriter... Yes, I use an electric typewriter. If it is wrong, not very satisfied with the word, or just because of the wrong word, whether it is because of my own bad habits, habit, or due to excessive prudence, I will withdraw the paper and replace it with a new one. Write a twelve page short story. I sometimes use five hundred sheets of manuscript paper. That is to say, I have a weird temper: I think typing errors are equal to creative errors.
he was not aware of the subtle and heartbreaking destruction of time at home. After such a long trip, it would be a disaster for anyone with a clear memory. What are you waiting for? The time has passed, that is to say, but not so fast. Wherever you go, remember, the past is false, memory is an endless road, all the past spring is gone, even the most tenacious and wild love in the final analysis is just a fleeting reality!
God, if I have a heart, I will write hatred on the ice and look forward to the rising of the sun; I will use the dream of Van Gogh to draw a Benede's poem on the stars, and Selet's song will be the serenade I dedicate to the moon. I will irrigate the roses with tears, so as to savour the pain of the thorns and the kiss of petals.