Love and Silence
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To Tell a Story Is to Tell It Again, to Carry Another Time
Regret, I was once told, means to weep again. My first thought, when I heard this: That’s what it is to tell a story.
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Fate and Desire in Asian America
The satisfaction people take in free will comes not from their ability to choose, but from their ability to feel like they’ve chosen.
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What Does It Mean to Write Asian American Literature?
In my family, race itself did not exist. If I wanted to be real, I could not experience what was not real.
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Love and Silence in Asian America
If the world responds to our silence and not to our love, then it teaches us that silence is a condition of our development.