Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

Ying-ying, you have tiger eyes. They gather fire in the day. At night they shine golden.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

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.

Chaos is the penance for leisure.

I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.