A writer should bury his thoughts deep and convey them through the characters in his novel.

For a country boy, poor as I was, whose constant worry was to be able to have enough to eat, the Army guaranteed one's survival.

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

One of the biggest problems in literature is the lack of subtlety.

Some may want to shout on the street, but we should tolerate those who hide in their rooms and use literature to voice their opinions.

I am also well aware that literature only has a minimal influence on political disputes or economic crises in the world, but its significance to human beings is ancient.

I know what real courage is, and I understand true compassion.