Tiger parenting is all about raising independent, creative, courageous kids. In America today, there's a dangerous tendency to romanticize creativity in a way that may undermine it.

Do you know what a foreign accent is? It's a sign of bravery.

There's nothing better for building confidence than learning you can do something you thought you couldn't.

Tenacious practice, practice, practice is crucial for excellence; rote repetition is underrated in America.

Chinese parents believe that their kids owe them everything.

I think if you're a 'tiger parent' early on, you don't need to be a 'helicopter parent' in high school.

Be modest, be humble, be simple.Make sure you come in first so that you have something to be humble about.

I do play tennis, but I don't really like competition. I'm supposed to be so intense, but I hate competition.

Instilling a sense of self-discipline and focus when the kids are younger makes it so much easier by the time they get into high school.

My goal as a parent is to prepare you for the future, not to make you like me.

We all want to do the right thing for our children. We all don't know what that is and we all - you know, you won't know until the future.

You can't stay in the dark for too long. Something inside you starts to fade, and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.

Sufism is known by means of itself.

The critic is an overgoer with pen-envy.

A living museum must surely see itself as a locus of argument. A breathing art institution is not a lockup but a moveable feast.

Can you suppose there's any harm in looking as cheerful and being as cheerful as our poor circumstances will permit?

We are planes, trains, and automobiles, and we're always hauling stuff up these tiny cobblestone streets, so the more mobile you are, the better.

Being vulnerable and strong is a complicated thing, but that's who we are.

I never went to school for art or was told what to like or when. So every day is a learning process, like most of life.

To love is to undress our names.

In April 1981, at my request, my mother went to a detective agency. She hired them to follow me, to report my daily activities, and to provide photographic evidence of my existence.