Yellowface

by R.F. Kuang

Writing is such a solitary activity. You have no assurance that what you’re creating has any value, and any indication that you’re behind in the rat race sends you spiraling into the pits of despair.

But the best revenge is to thrive.

Reading lets us live in someone else’s shoes. Literature builds bridges; it makes our world larger, not smaller.

Profiting from someone else’s suffering. God, what a cruel way to put it.