If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.

I think about giving up. I almost do.

My mind swirled with memories of the life I had led. The constant struggle to keep up appearances, the pretenses, the smiles that had been met with tears. The long sleepless nights, the loneliness that cloaked my spirit and turned me into a true ghost.

lack of will power leads to more failure than lack of intelligence or ability.

No matter how American I become, I'm considered part of the Chinese community by my own family.

We were meant to survive because of our minds' ability to reason, our ability to live with frustration in order to maintain our virtue. We wore smiling masks while dying inside.

I was happy not to be in his place. He could command my death, but not his. But then, what kind of power was his? He was a prisoner of himself.