Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But really it’s about dismantling all that false armor, getting down to what’s real.

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.

It would take me most of my life to feel remotely put together, and it’s still an effort.

Why spend your life trying to fit in, when you are born to stand out?

If you cannot accept yourself, you live in a fog forever, trying to figure out who loves you or does not.

Through the gamut of life we struggled for control, for a means to fashion the world around us, an eternal, hopeless hunt for the privilege of being able to predict the shape of our lives.

Most of life is a search for who and what needs you the most.

You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.

You spend your whole life grieving for those who haven't died yet.

You wait a lifetime to meet Someone who understands you, accepts you as you are. At the end, you find that Someone all along, has been you.

I’ve spent my life trying to figure out what Asian-ness means…but you know, I really gotta figure out what whiteness means. We all have to figure out what it means, apparently, for our survival.

You exaggerate everything. You continually force the truth because you're always looking for something.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.