To write about a struggle amidst the struggling: one must hope that the muddling will end someday.

To write about a struggle amidst the struggling: one must hope that the muddling will end someday.

There are people who are willing to work within the system, and people who don't want to work with the system at all.

Horrible that you could write in a language so well, but have nothing meaningful to say.

But loneliness is as delusive a belief in the pertinence of the world as is love: in choosing to feel lonely, as in choosing to love, one carves a space next to oneself to be filled by others - a friend, a lover, a toy poodle, a violinist on the radio.

I would never describe a cloud as 'fluffy'—in Chinese or in English.

Some people in China don't look at freedom of speech as an abstract ideal, but more as a means to an end.