It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

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.

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

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.

My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.

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.

Language is the tool of my trade -and I use them all - all the Englishes I grew up with