After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

I saw what I had been fighting for: it was for me, a scared child.

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.

I think books were my salvation, they saved me from being miserable.

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

My favorite anything is always relative to the context of present time, place and mood. When I finish a book and want to immediately find another by the same author and no other, that author is elevated to my favorite.