“I want translations with copious footnotes, footnotes reaching up like skyscrapers to the top of this or that page so as to leave only the gleam of one textual line between commentary and eternity.”…

I am a countrywoman.

Basically nobody had doubts about the name of A-Gump.

Dong Putao hadn’t been at work long when a shadow passed over the door.

“You noticed the way she came over, her chest out, eyes narrowed? She’s interested.”

At the time, young wives in our village didn’t have regular names.

The two of them are quite different in the ways they paint, and their works have distinctly different styles.

Yet she pulls me like the moon. The melancholy between her eyebrows makes my heart throb with pain.

Beijing’s cab drivers are the best in the world.