The first requirement of a person is to survive, the second requirement is still to survive, and the third requirement is, again, to survive... In certain environments, survival itself becomes a luxury.

In hell, we look up to heaven, reaching out our hands—even though we cannot touch paradise, we can get a little closer to it.

Singing in hell, giving thanks in hell, loving in hell, killing each other in hell—we embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests and bellies, not for anything else, but for that faint, elusive sense of gratitude.

The world of the Great Song is my bond, and also my sky. Only birds that spread their wings and fly can understand the meaning of the sky.

President said—Let me lend you a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your mother can have a place to stay.

Ethan Brooks said—For a drop of kindness, I will repay with a gushing spring. But you cannot demand what kind of repayment I give; you just have to accept it.

I might be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am the prophet, I am the philosopher, I am God!