In an absurd era, we are toyed with, manipulated, and deceived by word games, losing our will and freedom to act autonomously. In short, it is an era obsessed with labeling and conflict. It is not an era suitable for quiet, rational writing and reading, nor is it an era for existing with independent individuality. —Annie Baby, "Spring Feast"
Farewell to those warm dinners, the drinking, the games, and the chats. Farewell to those bright and happy moments of life. She did indeed like his clean and warm room. But more certain than this fondness was her knowledge that she could not stay. Leaning her head against the windowpane, she closed her eyes wearily. —Annie Baby, "Farewell Vivian"
He brought me to the feast, with love as the banner held above me. —Annie Baby
Have you thought about marriage? I have, but whom should I marry? Two people in love are destined to never live a mundane life together; they won't stop until there is a parting or death. And Being with someone you do not love is lonelier than being alone. Sometimes I think, perhaps marry a wealthy man. I am very poor at making a living. It's hard to support myself. If I had no job, I could look at his money, but what could he see in me? —Annie Baby, "Farewell Vivian"
Whatever we choose, we must give something up. Whatever we gain, we must let something go. Only by having pure and steadfast standards for oneself can one follow intuition and belief. —Annie Baby
Do not try to change or influence anyone. If a relationship is filled with suspicion, testing, calculation, self-protection, combat, argument, and volatility, it will become a composite of the coldness and prejudices of the adult world. Therefore, I have only one tiny ideal: to love you clearly and compassionately. Clearly, compassionately. That is all. —Annie Baby, "Mian Kong"
