"Maybe every man has has two such women - at least two. Marry a red rose and eventually she'll be a mosquito-blood streak smeared on the wall, while the white one is "moonlight in front of my bed." Marry a white rose and before long she'll be a grain of sticky rice that's gotten stuck to your clothes; the red one, by then is a scarlet beauty mark just over your heart. "
Red Rose, White Rose by Eileen Chang
