论摄影

人类无可救赎地留在柏拉图的洞穴里，老习惯未改，依然在并非真实本身而仅是真实的影像中陶醉。

文化苦旅

时间和文字在一个个老庭院里厮磨，这是文化存在的极温暖方式。千般荒凉，以此为梦；万里蹀躞，以此为归。

朱生豪情书

这里一切都是丑的，风、雨、太阳，都丑，人也丑，我也丑得很。只有你是青天一样可羡。这里的孩子们学会了各色骂人的言语，十分不美，父母也不管。近来哥哥常骂妹妹泼婆。妹妹昨天说，你是大泼婆，我是小泼婆。一天到晚哭，闹架儿。

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.