And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.

Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality. The worlds in which different societies live are distinct worlds, not merely the same world with different labels attached.

If I look upon my whole life, I cannot think of another time when I felt more comfortable: when I had no worries, fears, or desires, when my life seemed as soft and lovely as lying inside a cocoon of rose silk.

I used to think that my mother got into arguments with people because they didn't understand her English, because she was Chinese.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.