“I can be just as angry as they are.”
“Revisiting Buddhism in this changed world is like a balm for my wounds.”
All your insides are showing.
“I wonder if we’re all self-possessed marionettes, our strings on the inside.”
I wondered: What were my neighbors’ nightmares about?
It had all started about five or six years earlier, around the first time I fell in love. I didn’t know when it would end.
Sometimes I’m convinced no other person will ever know my fragile heart the way I do.
“Yes, the border divides . . . but the culture of this place is of one, not two.”
“Someday we’d get jobs in Manhattan and have the freedom to do whatever we wanted.”