Mothers have the huge influence, and I feel like they're always teaching us from the day we're born what to be afraid of, what to be cautious of, what we should like and what we should look like. Then we spend half of our life trying to be not like them, and then we reach another part of our lives where we see these things we can't get rid of.

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

I did not lose myself all at once.

Too many good things all seem the same after a while.

It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true, then hope for what you don't want.

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

And when I say that is certainly true, that our marriage is over. I know what else she will say: "Then you must save it." And even though I know it's hopeless- there's absolutely nothing left to save-I'm afraid if I tell her that, she'll still persuade me to try.