In America nobody says you have to keep the circumstances somebody else gives you.

And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

But she never looked back with regret. There were so many ways for things to get better. -Jing-mei

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.

Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.