Eric Shu

“You were right, Sadie Wen. I am completely, helplessly obsessed with you.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn’t Find You

“What do you want to know?”
I want to know if Julius was afraid of the dark when he was younger. If he ever believed in ghosts or Santa or the Loch Ness monster. I want to know where he studies, whether it’s by the light of the living room window or alone in his bedroom, if he keeps the door wide open or closed. I want to know what he would dress up as for Halloween, what song he picks out at karaoke. How early he rises, how late he sleeps. What dishes their mother cooks for the Spring Festival, what he talks about on long car rides. I want to collect these pieces of information like ammunition. Part of me wants to embarrass him, and part of me is simply, overwhelmingly curious.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn't Find You

“At what point, I wonder, staring at the front door as it swings shut one last time, does something become unfixable? At what point is a tapestry riddled with so many holes and loose threads that it's impossible to patch it up again? That it deserves to be thrown away instead?”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn't Find You

“I can’t always say pretty things, and sometimes I tease you when really I just want you to look my way, and—”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn’t Find You