“We ate away, reminiscing about our victories over the enemies from different streets and villages and competing with each other in casting curses. A few golden butterflies and dragonflies were fluttering around us. The afternoon air was warm and clean, and the town below us seemed like a green harbor full of white sails.”

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

“Writing is not a great profession as a lot of writers proclaim. I write because this is something I can do. Another thing—very often I think a lot of writers write because they have failed to do other things. How many writers can’t drive? A lot. They’re not practical. They are not capable in everyday life.”

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

“No, It's hard to uproot yourself and really become yourself in another soil, but it's also an opportunity, another kind of growth.”

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

“I work hard, I work very hard. All the books at least 30 revisions.”