I Love Research. I'd Go So Far

Read A Thousand Books, And Your Words Will Flow Like A River.

In That Moment I Understood That The Cruelest Words In The Universe Are If Only.

When I Knew I Couldn't Suffer Another Moment Of Pain, And Tears Fell On My Bloody Bindings, My Mother Spoke Softly Into My Ear, Encouraging Me To Go One More Hour, One More Day, One More Week, Reminding Me Of The Rewards I Would Have If I Carried On A Little Longer. In This Way, She Taught Me How To Endure — Not Just The Physical Trials Of Footbinding And Childbearing But The More Torturous Pain Of The Heart, Mind, And Soul.

Perhaps He Was Afraid As I Was That We'd Be Caught. Or Perhaps He Was Breathing Me In Just As I Was Letting Him Come Into My Lungs, My Eyes, My Heart.

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