Only two kinds of daughters, she shouted in Chinese. Those who are obedient and those who follow their own mind!

All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. -Ying Ying

If she doesn't speak, she is making a choice. If she doesn't try, she can lose her chance forever. -An-mei

I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.

So this is what I will do. I will gather together my past and look. I will see a thing that has already happened. the pain that cut my spirit loose. I will hold that pain in my hand until it becomes hard and shiny, more clear. And then my fierceness can come back, my golden side, my black side. I will use this sharp pain to penetrate my daughter's tough skin and cut her tiger spirit loose. She will fight me, because this is the nature of two tigers. But I will win and giver her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter.

Memory feeds imagination.

He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.