I May Be Ugly And Clumsy, But

When I Am Composing, I Try To Clear My Mind Of Having To Publish, Or Having To Sell A Book Or Find Readers. That Kind Of Thinking Gets In The Way.

Joy And Life Exist Nowhere But The Present.

When We Chinese Girls Listened To The Adults Talk-story, We Learned That We Failed If We Grew Up To Be But Wives Or Slaves. We Could Be Heroines, Swordswomen. Even If She Had To Rage Across All China, A Swordswoman Got Even With Anybody Who Hurt Her Family. Perhaps Women Were Once So Dangerous That They Had To Have Their Feet Bound.

There's Something In Life That's A Curtain, And I Keep Trying To Raise It.

I'd Like To Go To New Society Village Someday And Find Out Exactly How Far I Can Walk Before People Stop Talking Like Me.