And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.
Amy TanAnd for all those years, we never talked about the disaster at the recital or my terrible accusations afterward at the piano bench. All that remained unchecked, like a betrayal that was now unbreakable. So I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped something so large that failure was inevitable. And even worse, I never asked her what frightened me the most: Why had she given up hope?
Amy TanDon't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.
Amy Tan