“Often, after extinguishing the oil lamp in our house on stilts, we would lie on our beds and smoke in the dark. Book titles poured from our lips, the mysterious and exotic names evoking unknown worlds. It was like Tibetan… — Dai Sijie Copy Share Image
“Is there just one single love in a lifetime? Are all our lovers ― from the first to the last, including the most fleeting… — Dai Sijie Copy Share Image
“To me it was the ultimate book: once you read it, neither your own life nor the world you lived in would ever look… — Dai Sijie Copy Share Image
“The only thing Luo was really good at was telling stories. A pleasing talent to be sure, but a marginal one, with little future… — Dai Sijie Copy Share Image
“Often, after extinguishing the oil lamp in our house on stilts, we would lie on our beds and smoke in the dark. Book titles… — Dai Sijie Copy Share Image
“I kept my door more securely locked than ever and passed the time with foreign novels. Since Balzac was Luo's favourite I put him… — Dai Sijie Copy Share Image
