How I saw in her my own true nature. What was beneath my skin. Inside my bones... Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain. This is how a daughter honors her mother. It is shou so deep it is in your bones. The pain of the flesh is nothing. The pain you must forget. Because sometimes that is the only way to remember what is in your bones. You must peel off your skin, and that of your mother, and her mother before her. Until there is nothing. No scar, no skin, no flesh.

And after I played them both a few times, I realized they were two halves of the same song.

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.

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.

There are a lot of people who think that's what's needed to be successful is always being right, always being careful, always picking the right path.

Libraries are the pride of the city.

If she doesn't speak, she is making a choice. If she doesn't try, she can lose her chance forever. -An-mei