“While we played, Meiying often sat by herself on the bench, huddled against the chill, looking at the library books on her lap, the pages glowing under the street lamp. The pages would sometimes turn in the wind, but she… — Wayson Choy Copy Share Image
“Tears..." Pho-Poh told Mrs. Lim, as if her friend instead had asked the question. "... tears save us from damnation.” — Wayson Choy Copy Share Image
“While we played, Meiying often sat by herself on the bench, huddled against the chill, looking at the library books on her lap, the… — Wayson Choy Copy Share Image
“I know I am a writer because until I’m writing I don’t know what I know.” — Wayson Choy Copy Share Image
