Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

To come so far, to lose so much and to find nothing. -Jing-mei

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.

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