How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

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

They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.

I was intelligent enough to make up my own mind. I not only had freedom of choice, I had freedom of expression.

When my daughter looks at me, she sees a small old lady. That is because she sees only with her outside eyes. She has no chuming, no inside knowing of things. If she had chuming she would see a tiger lady. And she would have careful fear.