She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.

Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

War will bring the revolution; revolution will stop the war.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.

A bicultural upbringing is a rich but imperfect thing

And yet she could not forgive herself. Even as an adult, she wished only that she could go back and change things: the ungainly things she’d worn, the insecurity she’d felt, all the innocent mistakes she made.

I wanted to pull away from the things that marked my parents as being different.