But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

Chance is the first step you take, luck is what comes afterward.

I hated the tests the raised hopes and failed expectations.

The life we receive is not always what we choose.

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

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

Wise guy, he not go against wind. In Chinese we say, Come from South, blow with wind -- poom! -- North will follow. Strongest wind cannot be seen.