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.

Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.

People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.

I once sacrificed my life to keep my parents' promiise. This means nothing to you, because to you promises mean nothing... But later, she will forget her promise. She will forget she had a grandmother.

For all these years I kept my mouth closed so selfish desires would not fall out. And because I remained quiet for so long now my daughter does not hear me... All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. And because I moved so secretly now my daughter does not see me... We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing; unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.