But I was no longer sacared. I could see what was inside me. -Lindo

Only two kinds of daughters, she shouted in Chinese. Those who are obedient and those who follow their own mind!

They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

I did not lose myself all at once.

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.