I'd like to be more forgiving. There are times when I've had a hard time forgiving people who have betrayed me.

Hope is the adrenalin of the soul.

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.

Memory feeds imagination.

I saw my mother in a different light. We all need to do that. You have to be displaced from what's comfortable and routine, and then you get to see things with fresh eyes, with new eyes.

And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.