My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

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

My parents had very high expectations. They expected me to get straight A's from the time I was in kindergarten.

There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying. Because you must. This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.

Memory feeds imagination.

The life we receive is not always what we choose.

I won't be what I'm not. -Jing-mei