I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

And now I also see what part of me is Chinese. It is so obvious. It is my family. It is in our blood.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

You can never be an artist if your work comes without effort. That is the problem with modernink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn.

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

You can get sucked into the idea that, 'Gosh, this is impressive. Maybe I should do this. It will look good.' Or 'I'll write like this because it will impress that critic.'