What is happiness? She looked at me with a hint of playfulness; no one can tell me the true meaning of happiness, because happiness is nothing but an illusion.
If we had a deeper grasp of time, perhaps we would be more serious with each other. —— Anni Baby
A city is a closed and estranged island. Human lives are also islands, each solitary. Life is displayed in an orderly manner within a space-time that appears open yet is heavily constrained. —— Anni Baby, "Spring Feast"
If life has already begun to feel content, it is itself a waste. —— Anni Baby, "Two or Three Things"
A woman's life is like a flower; to die in the hands of the one who plucks it is happiness. But we are still so young, still persisting in lonely vigil. —— Anni Baby, "Farewell, Vivian"
After reading a book, even if it is good, one often forgets the sentences later and never uses them. Where, then, is its benefit? Perhaps reading is like drinking a cup of plain water—it sustains daily survival. Every day, it cleanses the heart, keeping it pure, presenting a soft and orderly structure, organizing and storing emotions that are half-light and half-shadow, overcoming small obstacles. Just so. —— Anni Baby
I am someone who never compromises. Only time does. —— "The Red Spider Lily"
I am so tired now. Can you let me go home? I want to go home. —— "July and An Sheng"