“The lofty bookshelves sag Under thousands of sleeping souls Silence, hopeful - Every time I open a book, a soul is awakened.” — Xi Chuan Copy Share Image
“Night is the sleep of seven wax moths Dawn is the singing of five mermaids Noon is the scratching of three field mice Dusk… — Xi Chuan Copy Share Image
“If I breathe, what will my heart think? If I vomit, what will my soul think?” — Xi Chuan Copy Share Image
“Many people pretend to be in thought, proving thought to be a beautiful thing. But the bald man doesn’t need a comb, the tiger… — Xi Chuan Copy Share Image
