You have your thoughts and I have mine. This is the fact and you can't change it even if you kill me.

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.

Life is hell. You don't need a heart. All that is needed is to give into the dark.The heart is only required in the unreachable heaven.

When I was a kid and going to the movies I was overwhelmed by the way women were always second-class citizens in the film.

I set up stations, buy a big vat of chili, and then guests do what they want to do - and I still get to party.

Paddy Chayefksy was writing and it was a time where everybody was happy to be there [on TV].

I put myself under immense pressure.

We make our tools, and then they shape us.

When you make genuine contact with your inner Spirit, there is an inner joy, an inner peace, that takes over.

And while the U.S. can never be 100 percent safe from a future strike, our government is working around the clock on measures to protect the American people.

The main of life is composed of small incidents and petty occurrences; of wishes for objects not remote, and grief for disappointments of no fatal consequence.

What did the carrot say to the wheat? Lettuce rest, I'm feeling beet.