Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

Often, others see you, as you see yourself

Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.