Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.

“And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you…”

“Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucki…”

“I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Prett…”

“I would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could …”