All women on earth-- and men, too for that matter-- hope for the kind of love that transforms us, raises us up out of the everyday, & gives us the courage to survive our little deaths: the heartache of unfulfilled dreams, of career and personal disappointments, of broken love affairs.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?

You may be desperate, but never let anyone see you as anything less than a cultivated woman.

May and I are sisters. We'll always fight, but we'll always make up as well. That's what sisters do: we argue, we point out each other's frailties, mistakes, and bad judgment, we flash the insecurities we've had since childhood, and then we come back together. Until the next time.

I know a lot about women and their suffering, but I still know almost nothing about men.

I am an eighth Chinese, and I come from a large Chinese-American family in Los Angeles.

Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.