But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter. -Ying Ying

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

I saw a girl complaining that the pain of not being seen was unbearable... Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worse possible thing.

In [writing] fiction, every sentence is its own reward.

I take a few quick sips. "This is really good." And I mean it. I have never tasted tea like this. It is smooth, pungent, and instantly addicting. "This is from Grand Auntie," my mother explains. "She told me 'If I buy the cheap tea, then I am saying that my whole life has not been worth something better.' A few years ago she bought it for herself. One hundred dollars a pound." "You're kidding." I take another sip. It tastes even better.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?