“Luck is like having a rice dumpling fly into your mouth." - If a rice dumpling magically flew into my mouth, I'd totally freak out and probably spit it out.”

“A plate of roast duck, steamed dumplings, spicy noodles with beef gravy, pickled cucumbers, stewed tongue and eggs if you have them, cold please, and sticky rice pearls, too,' Ai Ling said, before the server girl could open her mouth. "I don't know what he wants." Ai Ling nodded toward Chen Yong.'I'm not sure I have enough coins to order anything more,' he said, laughing.”

“hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling...”

“I like rice. Rice is great if you're hungry and want 2000 of something. ”

“Giving Back is like chicken and dumplings for the giver’s soul . . . warm, familiar and filled with rich and nourishing content.”

“Everything's gonna be fine, okay?" He reached toward me and gently started to move a lock of my hair behind my ear."Maybe for you," I said, smacking his hand away. "Some of us are gonna be living out the rest of our lives in a rice paddy wearing a big hat.""Wow, you get racist when you're panicky.""Shut your pathetic, useless mouth.""And bitchy.”