Dementia was like a truth serum.

People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.

I think books were my salvation, they saved me from being miserable.

If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?

How I saw in her my own true nature. What was beneath my skin. Inside my bones... Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain. This is how a daughter honors her mother. It is shou so deep it is in your bones. The pain of the flesh is nothing. The pain you must forget. Because sometimes that is the only way to remember what is in your bones. You must peel off your skin, and that of your mother, and her mother before her. Until there is nothing. No scar, no skin, no flesh.

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.

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