With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!
I don't think of myself as a dissident, and I'm more of an immigrant than an exile.
You strive to have a good heart. But what is a heart? Just a chunk of flesh that a dog can eat.
The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.
No, It's hard to uproot yourself and really become yourself in another soil, but it's also an opportunity, another kind of growth.
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.
Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu.
Your drudgery is another person's delight. It's only a job if you treat it that way. The privilege to do our work, to be in control of the promises we make and the things we build, is something worth cherishing.
I'm not sure that I'll be able to do everything that I did before.
Let all live as they would die.
I just find that with music I've always felt a sort of comfort. "Paranoid Android" was the saddest song I'd ever heard in my life, but it felt so good - it was like, "Oh, you understand where I'm coming from. " I was at a weird age at the time, in a hardcore band that had no melody, no chance of finding any success, and I was just trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do with my life. And that came out and changed my life forever - on an artistic level, and a lyrical level, for sure.