We all become different readers in how we respond to books, why we need them, what we take from them. We become different in the questions that arise as we read, in the answers that we find, in the degree of satisfaction or unease we feel with those answers...In the hands of a different reader, the same story can be a different story.

My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.

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.

Now they seemed to be in a contest over who could irritate her more, and she sometimes had to remind herself that teenagers had souls

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

My parents had very high expectations. They expected me to get straight A's from the time I was in kindergarten.

For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.