I Write A Thousand Words

When You Don’t Have Much, Having Less Isn’t So Bad.

I Know A Lot About Women And Their Suffering, But I Still Know Almost Nothing About Men.

My Hardcover Sales Are 17% Down In Books But Up 400% In Electronics.

People Write To Me All The Time, And I Write Back.

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.