I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.

With hope, a mind is always free.

But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter. -Ying Ying

Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.

I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

Placing on writers the responsibility to represent a culture is an onerous burden.

A mother is always the beggining. She is how things begin.