I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

How do I create something out of nothing? And how do I create my own life? I think it is by questioning, and saying to myself that there are no absolute truths.

A mother is always the beggining. She is how things begin.

People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.

Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.

I thought this man had long ago drained everything from my heart. But now something strong and bitter flowed and made me feel another emptiness in a place I didn't know was there. I cursed this man aloud so he could hear. You had dog eyes. You jumped and followed whoever called you. Now you chase your own tail.