Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.
Fate changes when you change your clothes.
I wanted to write stories for myself. At first it was purely an aesthetic thing about craft. I just wanted to become good at the art of something. And writing was very private.
Ying-ying, you have tiger eyes. They gather fire in the day. At night they shine golden.
I can never remember things I didn't understand in the first place.
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.