"I still like to be artist, I like make painting when I have time, sell to gallery. My painting, always the same painting—when Bali was paradise, maybe one thousand years ago. Painting of jungle, animals, women with—what is word? Breast. Women with breast. Difficult for me to find time to make painting because of medicine man, but I must be medicine man. It is my profession. It is my hobby. Must help people or God is angry with me. Must deliver baby sometimes, do ceremony for dead man, or do ceremony for tooth-filing or wedding. Sometimes I wake up, three in morning, make painting by electric lightbulb—only time I can make painting for me. I like alone this time of day, good for making painting.
"我还是喜欢当艺术家，有空的时候我喜欢作画，卖给画廊。我的画永远是相同的画——巴厘岛是天堂的时候，大约一千年前吧。画丛林、动物、有胸脯的女人。因为是药师，我很难找到时间作画，但我非是药师不可。这是我的职业，我的嗜好，我必须帮助人，否则神会发怒。有时必须接生，为死者举行仪式，或举办锉齿仪式或婚礼。有时我清晨三点醒来，就着电灯画画——我只能在这个时辰画画。我喜欢这种时辰独自一人，适合画画。

"I do true magic, not joking. Always I tell true, even if bad news. I must do good character always in my life, or I will be in hell. I speak Balinese, Indonesian, little bit Japanese, little bit English, little bit Dutch. During war, many Japanese here. Not so bad for me—I read palms for Japanese, make friendly. Before war, many Dutch here. Now many Western here, all speak English. My Dutch is—how you say? What that word you teach me yesterday? Rusty? Yes—rusty. My Dutch is rusty. Ha!
"我真心施法，绝不开玩笑。我永远只说实话，即使是坏消息。我这一生必须品格优良，否则会下地狱。我会讲巴厘语、印尼语、一点日语、一点英语、一点荷兰语。战争期间这里有很多日本人。对我来说不是坏事——我为日本人看手相，很友好。战前这里有很多荷兰人。现在这里很多西方人，都说英语。我的荷语——怎么说？你昨天教我的词怎么说？荒疏？对啦——荒疏。我的荷语有些荒疏。哈！

"I am in fourth caste in Bali, in very low caste like farmer. But I see many people in first caste not so intelligent as me. My name is Ketut Liyer. Liyer is name my grandfather gave me when I was little boy. It means 'bright light.' This is me." Eat, Pray, Love
"我在巴厘岛属于第四阶层，社会阶层很低，像农人。但我看见很多第一阶层的人不比我聪明。我名叫老四赖爷。赖爷是我祖父在我还小的时候给我取的名，是'明光'的意思。这就是我。"