Placing on writers the responsibility to represent a culture is an onerous burden.

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.

how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

Now I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit.

Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.

If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?