...sometimes a start is all we ever get.

There's nothing more true in being a child of a diaspora, a child of immigrants. We're completely new to our parents. We're not something they can ever understand. And it's not as if we are ever going to be accepted. We're accepted as long as we conform to what we are expected to be, and I'm sure that's not any different for anyone else.

I'm like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.

Sometimes you just have to try, even if you know it won’t work.

The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

You think people hate a fat person? Try a fat person who's trying to get thin.