Writing is my form of celebration and prayer.

Happiness doesn't require laughter, only well-being and a sense that the world is breaking someone else's heart, not mine.

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

I'm fascinated how often and with what whole-heartedness people will risk their lives to perform acts of courage, sacrifice, and compassion for total strangers.

Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.

My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.

The more we exile ourselves from nature, the more we crave its miracle waters.