Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.

I feel I've always been writing about self-identity. How do we become who we are? So I'm just writing from experience what's concerned me.

When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one?

To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

I was raised the Chinese way: I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people's misery, to eat my own bitterness. And even though I taught my daughter the opposite, still she came out the same way! Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl. And I was born to my mother and I was born a girl. All of us are like stairs, one step after another, going up and down, but all going the same way.

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.

Why do you have to use me to show off? If you want to show off, then why don't you learn to play chess." - Ch. 5