Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei

All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. -Ying Ying

Fate changes when you change your clothes.

I started a second novel seven times and I had to throw them away.

She would be quiet at first. Then she would say a word about something small, something she had noticed, and then another word, and another, each one flung out like a little piece of sand, one from this direction, another form behind, more and more, until his looks, his character, his soul would have eroded away . . . I was afraid that some unseen speck of truth would fly into my eye, blur what I was seeing and transform him from the divine man I thought he was into someone quite mundane, mortally wounded with tiresome habits and irritating imperfections.

I'd like to be more forgiving. There are times when I've had a hard time forgiving people who have betrayed me.

My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes. She sees those who have died and now dwell in the world of Yin, ghosts who leave the mists just to visit her kitchen on Balboa Street in San Francisco.