I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

Your only shame is to have shame.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I was raised the Chinese way: I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people's misery, to eat my own bitterness. And even though I taught my daughter the opposite, still she came out the same way! Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl. And I was born to my mother and I was born a girl. All of us are like stairs, one step after another, going up and down, but all going the same way.

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.

If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?