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

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying. Because you must. This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.

You see what power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

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

But she never looked back with regret. There were so many ways for things to get better. -Jing-mei