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Such a case was like a tunnel where one could move on and on and on without hope of seeing the light.
Children raced about like scraps of paper blowing in the wind,
She would not mix with us. So what’s the point of pressing our hot faces up to her cold ass?”
If her heart’s going to leave you forever, what’s the point of having her body for one more night?
“Everything can be seen in terms of politics,” Chen got up, pausing in the doorway, “but politics is not everything.”
How many different women could there be inside her, he wondered.
a man is only what he has decided to do, or not to do.
The tea leaves were unfolding like satisfaction in his small purple sand cup.
“Heaven or hell is in one’s mind, not in the material things one has in the world,”
must have thought the world was like a watermelon, which he could cut to pieces as he pleased, spitting other people’s lives away like seeds.
If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and know that part isn’t real.
Justice was like colored balls in a magician’s hand, changing color and shape all the time, beneath the light of politics.
The present, even as you think about it, is already becoming the past.
There was no salvaging the past, except by being themselves in the present.
