“So things remained until one day, many years later, I happened upon a line in a poem by Heine: “Death is the cooling night.” That childhood memory, lost for so long, suddenly restored itself to my quivering heart, returning freshly… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“If literature truly possesses a mysterious power, I think perhaps it is precisely this: that one can read a book by a writer of a different time, a different country, a different race, a different language, and a different culture… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“So things remained until one day, many years later, I happened upon a line in a poem by Heine: “Death is the cooling night.”… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“In times like these, who had either the leisure or the inclination to indulge in a touch of elegance?” — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“The residents of the the town are attracted by the words and the pictures on the signs. They know full well the perils posed… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“No matter how lucky a person is, the moment he decides he wants to die, there's nothing that will keep him alive.” — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“As the black night descended from the heavens, I knew that in the blink of an eye I would witness the death of the… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“Those immediately behind number 50 were anguish personified. They let loose an endless stream of foul language and it was hard to tell whether… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“At first, writing actually felt the more arduous of the two activities. But in order to reach cultural-center nirvana, I forced myself to continue.… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“Your life is given to you by your parents. If you don't want to live, you have to ask them first.” — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“If literature truly possesses a mysterious power, I think perhaps it is precisely this: that one can read a book by a writer of… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“People fear getting famous just as pigs fear getting fat. Reflecting the observation that fame invites a fall just as a fattened pig invites… — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
“We were fishers of memory waiting on the banks of time and waiting for the past to swallow the date.” — Yu Hua Copy Share Image
