“You can’t revisit it. It vanishes.”

The past is for learning from and letting go.

I’m beginning to grow into who I thought I might be.

Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.

You don’t want to drain yourself. But it pumps you up, gets you in the zone.

I’m more concerned about who you’re becoming than what you’re doing.

Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.

A pessimist and an optimist, so much the worse; so much the better.

Peace does not lie in getting God to give me other circumstances. Peace lies in finding God in these circumstances.

There is no person without a world.

In this cosy, noisy, gregarious world of the “all-chinese” sickbed, so different from the stark, sterile solitude of the American hospital room, her life had assumed the astounding quality of a continuous farewell party.