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

For all these years I kept my mouth closed so selfish desires would not fall out. And because I remained quiet for so long now my daughter does not hear me... All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. And because I moved so secretly now my daughter does not see me... We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing; unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

God, life changes faster than you think.

I wanted my children to have the best combination: American circumstances and Chinese character. How could I know these things do not mix?

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.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.