From what I have observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true, then hope for what you don't want.

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

I can never remember things I didn't understand in the first place.

How do I create something out of nothing? And how do I create my own life? I think it is by questioning, and saying to myself that there are no absolute truths.

I was raised the Chinese way: I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people's misery, to eat my own bitterness. And even though I taught my daughter the opposite, still she came out the same way! Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl. And I was born to my mother and I was born a girl. All of us are like stairs, one step after another, going up and down, but all going the same way.