And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. -Rose.

Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had fin….

If I look upon my whole life, I cannot think of another time when I felt more comfortable: when I had no worries, fears, or desires, when my life see….

...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dange….

You can never be an artist if your work comes without effort. That is the problem with modernink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply ….

We all become different readers in how we respond to books, why we need them, what we take from them. We become different in the questions that arise….

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't..

But I don't have anything left inside of me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want..

I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid..

That was a wonderful period in my life. I mean, I didn't become an artist, but somebody let me do something I loved. What a luxury, to do something y….

Fate changes when you change your clothes..

I would find myself laughing and wondering where these ideas came from. You can call it imagination, I suppose. But I was grateful for wherever they ….

But later that day, the streets of Kweilin were strewn with newspapers reporting great Kuomintang victories, and on top of these papers, like fresh f….

I saw what I had been fighting for: it was for me, a scared child..

Mothers have the huge influence, and I feel like they're always teaching us from the day we're born what to be afraid of, what to be cautious of, wha….

Too many good things all seem the same after a while..

You should think about your character. Know where you are changing, how you will be changed, what cannot be changed back again..

Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking..

My sisters and I stand, arms around each other, laughind and wiping the tears from each others eyes. The flash of the Polaroid goes off and my family….

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength. It was a strategy for winning arguments, respect for others, and eventually, though….

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?.