...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

Because sometimes that is the only way to remember what is in your bones. You must peel off your skin, and that of your mother, and her mother. Until there is nothing. No scar, no skin, no flesh. -An-mei

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.

I have a writer's memory, which makes everything worse than maybe it actually was.

I didn't fear failure. I expected failure.