A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.

All these types of love come out of duty, respect, and gratitude. Most of them, as the women in my county know, are sources of sadness, rupture, and brutality.

When people are alive they love, when they die, they keep loving. If love ends when person dies, that is not real love

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

I love research. I'd go so far as to say I'm a research fanatic.

Our words had to be circumspect. We could not write anything too negative about our circumstances. This was tricky, since the very form of a married woman's letter needed to include the usual complaints -- that we were pathetic, powerless, worked to the bone, homesick, and sad. We were supposed to speak directly about our feelings without appearing ungrateful, no-account, or unfilial.

I wonder if there was anything I would have done differently. I hope I would have done everything differently, except I know everything would have turned out the same. That's the meaning of fate.