You write a book and you hope somebody will go out and pay $24.95 for what you've just said. I think books were my salvation. Books saved me from being miserable.

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?

Then you must teach my daughter this same lesson. How to lose your innocence but not your hope. How to laugh forever.

After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?