In America nobody says you have to keep the circumstances somebody else gives you.
All objects exist in a moment of time.
Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei
Because sometimes that is the only way to remember what is in your bones. You must peel off your skin, and that of your mother, and her mother. Until there is nothing. No scar, no skin, no flesh. -An-mei
In [writing] fiction, every sentence is its own reward.
Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.