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.

Without writing, what would I have become? Nothing. In China the individual used to be treated as a screw or a small cog in the revolutionary machine. I wanted to be a human being with a voice.

I never knew how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight and tree presences it is almost like having another being.

There's certainly more new SF available than when I started writing. That means there's also more bad SF available. Whether there is also more good is a matter for future historians of the field.

Batman has been acknowledged as a legend in my lifetime.

Faith does the impossible because it brings God to undertake for us, and nothing is impossible with God.

The origins of violence against women by men are not biological. If that were the case, it would exist in every culture. And it doesn't exist in every culture.

The Seven Factors of Awakening are mindfulness, investigation of phenomena, diligence, joy, ease, concentration, and letting go.

You lose nothing through peace. You can lose everything through war.

What are you, a baby? Jeez, if you’re going to kill humans, the least you could do is learn to die with some dignity. (Wulf)

The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.