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

Sometimes you change to survive, and some things you don't give up, or you're too prideful, and then you think well, what's pride? Is it a good thing? Maybe it's a bad thing. That's what I look at in my life. It's always a question in my life I look at, and I never find the answer, because if I did, probably I wouldn't have books to write.

I was punched breathless by the strongest emotions I have ever felt and they are now stored in my intuition as a writer.

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

There are a lot of people who think that's what's needed to be successful is always being right, always being careful, always picking the right path.

I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.

Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.