That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.

I didn't fear failure. I expected failure.

I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

I read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house.

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

My parents had very high expectations. They expected me to get straight A's from the time I was in kindergarten.