“Over decades that seem but a moment in time, lines of scarlet figures shuttled among the sorghum stalks to weave a vast human tapestry. They killed, they looted, and they defended their country in a valiant, stirring ballet that makes… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a… — Mo Yan Copy Share
“Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from taking chances… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
I'll continue on the path I've been taking, feet on the ground, describing people's lives, describing people's emotions, writing from the standpoint of the… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
I think writers write for their consciences, they write for their own true audiences, for their souls. — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
I have always been independent. I like it that way. When someone forces me to do something, I don't do it. — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
“A stable, peaceful society is the training ground for humanity, just as caged animals, removed from the violent unpredictability of the wild, are influenced… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
For a country boy, poor as I was, whose constant worry was to be able to have enough to eat, the Army guaranteed one's… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
“The cliche that sea dry up and rocks rot away, but the heart never changes is nothing but a beautiful fantasy.” — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
“There are people who walk mules and people walk horses, but I never thought there were people who walk cops.” — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
“run, run, you can’t get away, the monk can run but the temple will never get away!” — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
