To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking.

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

My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes. She sees those who have died and now dwell in the world of Yin, ghosts who leave the mists just to visit her kitchen on Balboa Street in San Francisco.

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

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?