If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

But later that day, the streets of Kweilin were strewn with newspapers reporting great Kuomintang victories, and on top of these papers, like fresh fish from a butcher, lay rows of people - men, women and children who had never lost hope, but had lost their lives instead.

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

The life we receive is not always what we choose.

I think books were my salvation, they saved me from being miserable.

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.