Madeleine Thien

I know that throughout my life I have struggled to forgive my father. Now, as I get older, I wish most of all that he had been able to find a way to forgive himself.

But for anything to be alive, it required motion : the current must run, the record must turn, a person must leave or find another path. Without movement or change, the world became nothing more than a stale copy, and this was the trouble with Ba's elegant calligraphy, his patient life, it was frozen in time.

The young man murmured in his sleep and said, __ear Sparrow,_ and Sparrow felt, for the first time, how the purest joy could be a heaviness.

The only life that matters is in your mind. The only truth is the one that lives invisibly, that waits even after you close the book. Silence, too, is a kind of music. Silence will last.

The present is all we have, yet it is the one thing we will never learn to hold in our hands.

If you're trapped in a room, and nobody is coming to save you, what can you do? You have to bang on the walls and break the windows. You have to climb out and save yourself. It's obvious, Li-ling, that crying doesn't help a person live.

How does a copy become more than a copy? Is art the creation of something new and original, or simply the continuous enlargement, or the distillation, of an observation that came before

Was there anyone in this world who could taste something delicious-economic freedom and political reform-a taste that was salty and fattening and sweet and promising, and only be satisfied with one mouthful? Who would wait patiently for nearly a billion people to also have a taste? No, anyone would try to get a second mouthful, a third, a whole bowl for themselves.

I've got nothing to offer you kids but these noodles. They're good noodles but they won't change the world.

I wondered: what happens when a hundred thousand people memorize the same poem? Does anything change?

What happens when a hundred thousand people memorize the same poem? Does anything change?

If some people say what is in their hearts and other people say what glides easily off the tongue, how can we talk to one another?