“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

Among the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.

I think history is collective memories. In writing, I’m using my own memory, and I’m using my collective memory.

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.

Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

I don’t think of myself as an artist. I’m just a guy who can write.

Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.

If you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.

I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

As we go through life, we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.