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

I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

I have a writer's memory, which makes everything worse than maybe it actually was.

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

All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. -Ying Ying