Nobody would say the cowshed was heaven and nobody would say the inhuman torture of so many victims be called a revolution of the proletariat. ... A museum should be established to remind China of the follies and disasters that had fallen from 1966 to 1976. We cannot forget what had happened and history should not repeat itself.

Before my eyes are many miserable scenes, the suffering of others and myself forces my hands to move. I become a machine for writing.

Victory is for them, not for us. We have not made profit out of our country's misfortune. Victory does not bring us luck.

I write just because the fire of my emotion is burning. Had I not, I would not have been able to find peace.

My pen is alight and my body aflame. Until both burn down to ash, my love and my hate will remain here in the world.

Only by not forgetting the past can we be the master of the future.

I believe in the future a new Dante will write a new Divine Comedy.