I feel I've always been writing about self-identity. How do we become who we are? So I'm just writing from experience what's concerned me.

Writing is an extreme privilege but it's also a gift. It's a gift to yourself and it's a gift of giving a story to someone.

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

I didn't fear failure. I expected failure.

If I look upon my whole life, I cannot think of another time when I felt more comfortable: when I had no worries, fears, or desires, when my life seemed as soft and lovely as lying inside a cocoon of rose silk.

Why do you have to use me to show off? If you want to show off, then why don't you learn to play chess." - Ch. 5

Then you must teach my daughter this same lesson. How to lose your innocence but not your hope. How to laugh forever.