Occupation: Writer Birth: January 12, 1963
You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs..
You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though somet….
Only after Mom went missing did you realize that her stories were piled inside you, in endless stacks. Mom's everyday life used to go on in a repeati….
Even though nobody knew that you were in my life, you were the person who brought a raft at every rapid current and helped me cross that water safely….
If you only do what you like, who's going to do what you don't like?.
Life is sometimes amazingly fragile, but some lives are frighteningly strong..
Life demands sacrifice and difficult decisions from us at every moment. Living does not mean passing through a void of nothingness but rather through….
I had no way of knowing where it began or where it ended. Only that it flowed without restraint..
People say that when a baby is crying the paternal grandmother will say, "The baby is crying, you should feed her," and the maternal grandmother will….
All I wanted was for you to be free from everything. And with that freedom, you often showed me another world, so I wanted you to be even freer. I wa….
Either a mother and daughter know each other very well or they are strangers..
Mom's eyes held yours for a moment. 'I don't like or dislike the kitchen. I cooked because I had to. I had to stay in the kitchen so you could all ea….
...I have so many dreams of my own, and I remember things from my childhood, from when I was a girl and a young woman, and I haven't forgotten a thin….
We may be the protagonists of tragedy, but we are also the heroes of our most beautiful and thrilling experiences..
How far back does one's memory of someone go?.
How can you live without trusting people? There are more people who are good than people who are bad!.