“Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.”

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.

Life is not like water. Things in life don’t necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

I had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.

Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life.

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.