With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

Words are more ardent if a man must struggle to find them.

I would still like to have that luxury, to be able to just sit and draw for hours and hours and hours. In a way, that's what I do as a writer.

For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.

What is true about a person? Would I change in the same way the river changes color but still be the same person?... And then I realized it was the first time I could see the power of the wind. I couldn't see the wind itself, but I could see it carried water that filled the rivers and shaped the countryside.

You should think about your character. Know where you are changing, how you will be changed, what cannot be changed back again.

If she doesn't speak, she is making a choice. If she doesn't try, she can lose her chance forever. -An-mei