If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words.

You show you care, you die.You show you fear, you die.You show nothing, maybe you live.

Long time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.

When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the people around me are snoring. I don't understand how they can close their eyes when there is so much to see.

Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the monsoon.

This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me

Guard the portals of your mind.