“The crowdedness of family life and the faithfulness of solitude - both brave decisions, or both decisions of cowardice - make little dent, in the end, on the profound and perplexing loneliness in which every human heart dwells.” — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
“I am not and autobiographical writer--one can't be without a solid and explicable self--and read all autobiographical writers with the same curiosity. What kind… — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
One easy mistake to make with the first novel is to expand the short story. Some things are better as a story; you cannot… — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
“sometimes Moran wondered if her chief merit was her willingness to serve as a human receptacle for details. Sympathy and admiration and surprise she dutifully yet insufficiently expressed, and afterward the others moved on, forgetting her face the moment she was out of sight, or else they would not have seen her in the first place: she was one of… — Yiyun Li Copy Share
I always tell my students to go back after a hundred pages and rewrite from the beginning. It's really harder if you've already finished… — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
She wonders if this is what people call falling in love, the desire to be with someone for every minute of the rest of… — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
Some people in China don't look at freedom of speech as an abstract ideal, but more as a means to an end. — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
“It saddened her that Luo insisted on holding on to her as if they had started to share some vital organs during their twenty years of marriage. She wondered if this was a sign of old age, of losing hope and the courage for changes. She herself could easily picture vanishing from their shared life, but then perhaps it was… — Yiyun Li Copy Share
To write about a struggle amidst the struggling: one must hope that the muddling will end someday. — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
What is revolution except a systematic way for one species to eat another alive? — Yiyun Li Copy Share Image
“His mother had always been a headstrong woman, and with her grayish-white mane and unsmiling face, she appeared as regal and intimidating as she had ever been. Still, seeing her through other people’s eyes, Hanfeng realized that all that made her who she was—the decades of solitude in her widowhood, her coldness to the prying eyes of people who tried… — Yiyun Li Copy Share
