Too many good things all seem the same after a while.

We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable. -Suyuan

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

I am fascinated by language in daily life: the way it can evoke an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth.

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

Words are more ardent if a man must struggle to find them.

If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?