"It's not that I don't love myself. I just can't do anything with myself."
"Hometown is a dirty word — the more you say it, the further away you are."
"My body is my first draft, and also my last will."
"To live is to be constantly betrayed by your own breathing."
"Don't talk to me about the future. Future is what hasn't happened yet, and madness is what I'm doing right now."
"I've survived by selling my own shadow — but there's no sun today."
"Beijing has no grasslands, only fenced-in vastness."
"Every word I write is deleting me."
"Don't remember my name. Names are rehearsals for tombstones."
"Love is my temporary ID card."
"I gave a eulogy at my own funeral. The microphone had no sound."
"Engrave on my tombstone: This person has not yet been born."
"Before the fist landed on me, the wind took the blow for me first."
"I taught the traffic light to be silent, and it taught me to wait."
"What is violence? What is a student? What is the underclass? What is class? It's all bullshit. Let me die in summer, please."
"I'm so lonely, so lonesome, invincibility is so fucking cold. No opponent in the boxing ring, none in the art world either."
"CAFA, SCFAI, RCA, CSM, RISD, SAIC, Tokyo Five — ladies and gentlemen, I could pull out any one of my aliases and beat you all. How do I improve? I want so badly to improve."
"You still have no idea what I want. Spirit is everything. Spirit, spirit, idealism — let me die."
"I sold myself for two hundred bucks. Bought a pack of cigarettes, still had one hundred eighty left."
"A ghost doesn't need a name, but needs an archive. Otherwise, it's truly dead."