For woman is yin, the darkness within, where untempered passions lie. And man is yang, bright truth lighting our minds.

Placing on writers the responsibility to represent a culture is an onerous burden.

Ying-ying, you have tiger eyes. They gather fire in the day. At night they shine golden.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.

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

Sometimes you change to survive, and some things you don't give up, or you're too prideful, and then you think well, what's pride? Is it a good thing? Maybe it's a bad thing. That's what I look at in my life. It's always a question in my life I look at, and I never find the answer, because if I did, probably I wouldn't have books to write.