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

Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

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.

You can have pride in what you do each day, but not arrogance in what you were born with.

We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable. -Suyuan