How can we not create a fantasy in our minds when the reality is so hard?

Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.

I don't really know anything about the movie business, even though I've lived in Los Angeles my whole life - somehow I've never bumped into it.

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

I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's husband, and for one's laotong. I've experienced the other types of love--pity love, respectful love and gratitude love. But looking at our secret fan with its messages written between Snow Flower and me over many years, I see that I didn't value the most important love--deep-heart love.

Seeing something once is better than hearing about it a hundred times. Doing something once is better than seeing it a hundred times.

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.