Quotes from Yu Qiuyu

I was completely alone in a vortex of rain and wild winds. Forests stretched for miles around in a raging sea of darkness. They were no longer themselves, but the embodiment of all brutality. The entire forest roiled and roared, wringing every ounce of violence from its branches.

Excessive purity is like a glass plate. It may be highly polished and crystal bright, but it is still small, thin, fragile. One day, some slight pressure will crack it, and it will cut your fingers. And, in any event, isn't glass a compound? Can it really claim purity?

When Li Bai turned back to poetry, the clouds rose in formation to see him off, the river stood as witness, and the monkeys cheered for him. The landscape itself stood aside to make way for his passage. His increasingly weighty ship of life was transformed back to a light skiff.