We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying. Because you must. This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.

We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.

Ying-ying, you have tiger eyes. They gather fire in the day. At night they shine golden.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

Your only shame is to have shame.

I have a writer's memory, which makes everything worse than maybe it actually was.