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“Despite my attempts to translate some of their lyrics here from Cantonese, the essence of these intimate and exquisite, yet 鳩, lyrics is impossible to capture. They feel like soft inside jokes whispered into your ear just before bed, jokes only Cantonese speakers understand.”
― Karen Cheung, The Impossible City: A Hong Kong Memoir

“Think. That's what will get me out of this mess. Not panicking. Panic only breeds more panic.”
― Riley Sager, Lock Every Door

“Even the best iron grows brittle with too much beating”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Look closer at this street corner: The sun is setting. The vendor at the newspaper stand packs up the dailies and puts away the cartons of eggs. Students with laptops in their arms shuffle out of the cha chaan teng. Elderly couples and their poodles take a stroll by the pier. You can still hear the uproar of the crowds that once gathered on the steep slopes for film screenings, festivals, protests. The florists at the wet market put away the last lilies. The last tram slots itself into the station. And then the scene dissolves again. Maybe you can’t save this place; maybe it isn’t even worth saving. But for a moment, there was a sliver of what this city could have become. And that is why we’re still here.”
― Karen Cheung, The Impossible City: A Hong Kong Memoir