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

And now I also see what part of me is Chinese. It is so obvious. It is my family. It is in our blood.

My parents told me I would become a doctor and then in my spare time I would become a concert pianist. So, both my day job and my spare time were sort of taken care of.

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

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.

We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter. -Ying Ying