Memory feeds imagination.

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

You can never be an artist if your work comes without effort. That is the problem with modernink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn.

If she doesn't speak, she is making a choice. If she doesn't try, she can lose her chance forever. -An-mei

From what I have observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.

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

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.