I Write A Thousand Words A Day.

You Make Choices That Are Good And Sound, But The Gods Have Other Plans For You.

Gone Were My Girlish Ideas About Romantic Love And My Later Ideas About Sexual Love. From Yi, I Learned To Appreciate Deep-heart Love. Peony In Love

Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming -- Weren't Our Dreams What Gave Us Strength, Hope, And Desire?

When People Are Alive They Love, When They Die, They Keep Loving. If Love Ends When Person Dies, That Is Not Real Love

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.