“Precious things lost are transmutable. They refuse oblivion. They simply wait to be rendered into testimonies, into stories and songs.”

“He knew it even before he could fully articulate it: between East and West lay a terrain that needed to be charted by stories, fused by his new eyes and imagination, and he needed to tell those stories if he ever hoped to be whole again.”

“Biết sống là biết hạnh phúc.”

“Please stop stalking my profile.”

“The circus collects the outsiders like a flame tempts moths.”

“The circus had been unlike anything I could ever imagine and I could not walk away. I wanted to be a part of the magic, create it and wield it with such skill that it looked effortless. I wanted to fly.”

“They say love and hate are closely tied, that they can turn at a moment’s notice.”