Quotes from Qiu Xiaolong

If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and know that part isn't real.

The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.

Tripes, poumons, coeur de porc, etc., tout cela cuit à la vapeur avec du vin de riz.

Al fin y al cabo, un hombre es sólo lo que ha decidido hacer o no hacer.

El cielo o el infierno están en nuestra cabeza, no en las cosas materiales que poseemos.

Un amico in un momento nero è un amico per davvero.

Mientras pensamos en el presente, se está convirtiendo en pasado.

No son las personas las que hacen las interpretaciones sino las interpretaciones las que hacen a las personas.

I was reminded of a proverb: 'When a clay Buddha statue sails across the river, it can hardly protect itself.

Una mujer se embellece para el hombre que sabe apreciarla».

What are you reading?" "Visual Basics." The answer did not fit the picture in his mind. But it should not be surprising, he thought. He, too, had been taking an evening class on Windows applications.

Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath the light of politics.

Para Shen, un vestido no era un mero trozo de tela, sino una imagen llena de significados y de asociaciones.

En este mundo nuestro, ocho veces de cada diez las cosas no salen según se había previsto, pero, como reza otro antiguo proverbio, ¿quién sabe si es buena o mala fortuna que el anciano de Sai pierda su caballo?

407Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath the light of politics.

My life began with you, and my future goes on with you—there's nothing else.

No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main Ã¢â'¬Â¦ any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

if you memorize three hundred Tang poems, you might be able to write a little.

Quizá la identidad de una persona sólo pueda definirse en relación a las identidades de los demás. O quizá cualquier identidad no sea más que una interpretación de los demás

Heaven or hell is in one's mind, not in the material things one has in the world

According to our Tang dynasty poet Du Fu, people do not write well when they are happy. If you are content with life, you simply want to enjoy it.

Life is like the footprint left by a solitary crane in the snow, visible for one moment, and then gone.

Permítame que le haga una pregunta. ¿Qué convierte en buena una historia? –La credibilidad.

In the final analysis, the cops work for the Party system, and private investigators work for their clients. That's why even the term 'PI' is still taboo in the official media.