“The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.” — Qiu Xiaolong Copy Share Image
“The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that… — Qiu Xiaolong Copy Share Image
“Heaven or hell is in one’s mind, not in the material things one has in the world,” — Qiu Xiaolong Copy Share Image
If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and… — Qiu Xiaolong Copy Share Image
“No son las personas las que hacen las interpretaciones sino las interpretaciones las que hacen a las personas.” — Qiu Xiaolong Copy Share Image
“I was reminded of a proverb: 'When a clay Buddha statue sails across the river, it can hardly protect itself.” — Qiu Xiaolong Copy Share Image
