He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

I think sometimes as an adult, you take people for what they do, and what they are now, instead of the whole picture of their lives.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

People say you need to be strong, smart, and lucky to survive hard times, war, a natural disaster, or physical torture. But I say emotional abuse—anxiety, fear, guilt, and degradation—is far worse and much harder to survive.

You can't fight your fate...It is predestined.

The greatest calling of all is to have a literary life.

Snow Flower was my old same for life. I had a greater and deeper love for her than I could ever feel for a person who was my husband.