English has more flexibility. It's a very plastic, very shapeable, very expressive language. In that sense it feels quite natural.

You strive to have a good heart. But what is a heart? Just a chunk of flesh that a dog can eat.

The young intellectuals are all chanting, "Revolution, Revolution," but I say the revolution will have to start in our homes, by achieving equal rights for women.

Don't tell me women are not the stuff of heroes.

Today the two hundred million men in our country are entering into a civilized new world...but we, the two hundred million women, are still kept down in the dungeon.

With all my heart I beseech and beg my two hundred million female compatriots to assume their responsibility as citizens. Arise! Arise! Chinese women, arise!

Life is a journey, and you can't carry everything with you. Only the usable baggage.

The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.

Autumn rain, autumn wind, they make one die of sorrow.

Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu.

My pen is alight and my body aflame. Until both burn down to ash, my love and my hate will remain here in the world.

Success is the best revenge.

Are you a terrorist? Or just an idiot?

I was raised a Southern Baptist, and my whole family were Christians. However, my Dad was really into science and astronomy, so I felt very balanced. I still had respect for faith.

Everything about my teenage life was almost ideal.

Whatever you want to teach, be brief.

I'm a natural novelist. I'm interested in the person and the group, and how they mesh. And one of the ways I don't want them to mesh is for the person to be subsumed into the group.

The failures of other genres to provide an emotional connection with some of their characters and narratives gives memoir a toehold.

I don't believe in original melodies. There are only so many computations of eight notes.

Majorities, of course, start with minorities.

The highest ensign that men ever met and embraced under, the Cross itself, had no meaning save an accidental extrinsic one.