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“As the black night descended from the heavens, I knew that in the blink of an eye I would witness the death of the sunset. I saw the exposed and firm chest of the vast earth; its pose was one of calling, of beckoning. And just as a mother beckons her children, so the earth beckoned the coming of night.”
― Yu Hua, To Live

“If literature truly possesses a mysterious power, I think perhaps it is precisely this: that one can read a book by a writer of a different time, a different country, a different race, a different language, and a different culture and there encounter a sensation that is one's very own.”
― Yu Hua, Ê®¸ö´Ê»ãÑeµÄÖйú

“She is like a broken pot that's not afraid of shattering, and I'm like a dead pig who no longer minds that the water's coming to a boil”
― Yu Hua, Chronicle of a Blood Merchant

“No matter how lucky a person is, the moment he decides he wants to die, there's nothing that will keep him alive.”
― Yu Hua, To Live