I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength. It was a strategy for winning arguments, respect for others, and eventually, thought neither of us knew it at the time, chess games... "Come from the South, blow from the wind - poom! - North will follow. Strongest wind cannot be seen."

Why do you have to use me to show off? If you want to show off, then why don't you learn to play chess." - Ch. 5

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

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.

You don't care what people think. You don't see your beloved's faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. You don't mind that he is beneath you socially, educationally, financially, and morally--that's the worst, I think, deficient morals. (Saving Fish From Drowning)