And after I played them both a few times, I realized they were two halves of the same song.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

I used to think that my mother got into arguments with people because they didn't understand her English, because she was Chinese.

I thought I was clever enough to write as well as these people and I didn't realize that there is something called originality and your own voice.

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