I learned to forgive myself, and that enabled me to forgive my mother as a person.
…A painting was a translation of the language of my heart.
He simply translated what was in LuLing’s heart: her better intentions, her hopes.
It’s a luxury being a writer because all you ever think about is life.
It’s both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.
I don’t steer clear of genres. I simply haven’t steered myself toward some of them.
Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.
I started a second novel seven times and I had to throw them away.