I did not lose myself all at once.

I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I wanted, but I didn’t know what that was. I knew only what it wasn’t. The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan

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.

Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

People think it's a terrible tragedy when somebody has Alzheimer's. But in my mother's case, it's different. My mother has been unhappy all her life. For the first time in her life, she's happy.

I hated the tests the raised hopes and failed expectations.