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

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.

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

And often it would be a woman who was in her 70s or 80s who would win the beauty contest, because bound feet never age.

I think to really be literate in nu shu you only need about 600 characters because it is phonetic. So you're able to then create many words out of one character.

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.

Gone were my girlish ideas about romantic love and my later ideas about sexual love. From Yi, I learned to appreciate deep-heart love. Peony in Love