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

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.

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

I thought this man had long ago drained everything from my heart. But now something strong and bitter flowed and made me feel another emptiness in a place I didn't know was there. I cursed this man aloud so he could hear. You had dog eyes. You jumped and followed whoever called you. Now you chase your own tail.

I always thought it mattered, to know what is the worst possible thing that can happen to you, to know how you can avoid it, to not be drawn by the magic of the unspeakable.

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