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.

You have to be your own person. You can't let people's opinions determine how you think about yourself. There's a difference between identity and self-identity.

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

Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.

If I look upon my whole life, I cannot think of another time when I felt more comfortable: when I had no worries, fears, or desires, when my life seemed as soft and lovely as lying inside a cocoon of rose silk.

When my daughter looks at me, she sees a small old lady. That is because she sees only with her outside eyes. She has no chuming, no inside knowing of things. If she had chuming she would see a tiger lady. And she would have careful fear.

I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.