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.

My hardcover sales are 17% down in books but up 400% in electronics.

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.

It used to happen in villages and towns in China that they would have - I guess you'd call them beauty contests - where all of the women of a particular village or town would be seated behind these screens or curtains with only their feet showing.

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

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

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.