Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.
I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.
I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.
Ying-ying, you have tiger eyes. They gather fire in the day. At night they shine golden.
Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.
Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.