I saw what I had been fighting for: it was for me, a scared child.

The life we receive is not always what we choose.

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

They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.

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

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

You can't have intentions without consequences. The question is, who pays for the consequences? Saving fish from drowning. Same thing. Who’s saved? Who’s not?