Hope is the adrenalin of the soul.

It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

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

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

I think Kwan intended to show me the world is not a place but the vastness of the sou. And the soul is nothing more than love, limitless, endless, all that moves us toward knowing what is true....If people we love die, then they are lost only to our ordinary senses. If we remember, we can find them anytime with our hundred secret senses.

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

I once sacrificed my life to keep my parents' promiise. This means nothing to you, because to you promises mean nothing... But later, she will forget her promise. She will forget she had a grandmother.