渴望生活

在我们的灵魂中有一团烈火，但没有一个人前来取暖。过路人只看见烟囱中冒出的一缕青烟，便接着走自己的路去了。

木心遗稿

我听过好几个国家的鹧鸪啼声，都是一样的，这有深意吗？好像没有

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.

小于一

那是这座城市最神奇的时刻，你可以在凌晨两点读书写作而不需要灯光，建筑物没有阴影，屋顶环绕着金光，看上去就像一套脆弱的瓷器。周围是如此安静，你几乎可以听见一支汤匙在芬兰掉落的叮当声。