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

Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.

It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

Now they seemed to be in a contest over who could irritate her more, and she sometimes had to remind herself that teenagers had souls

When my daughter looks at me, she sees a small old lady. That is because she sees only with her outside eyes. She has no chuming, no inside knowing of things. If she had chuming she would see a tiger lady. And she would have careful fear.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

I didn't fear failure. I expected failure.