I read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house.
Amy TanI saw what I had been fighting for: It was for me, a scared child, who had run away a long time ago to what I had imagined was a safer place. And hiding in this place, behind my invisible barriers, I knew what lay on the other side: Her side attacks. Her secret weapons. Her uncanny ability to find my weakest spots. But in the brief instant that I had peered over the barriers I could finally see what was finally there: an old woman, a wok for her armor, a knitting needle for her sword, getting a little crabby as she waited patiently for her daughter to invite her in.
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 TanClichรฉs are static, the emotion behind them long spent. If you are tempted to use them, here is a saying of my motherโs: Fang pi bu-cho, cho pi bu-fang. Basically that translates to: "Loud farts donโt stink, and the really smelly ones donโt make a sound." In other words: When youโre full of beans, you just blow a lot of hot air. If you want to have a real impact, be deadly but silent. Oh, also recognize the difference between a bad clichรฉ and a good quotation. My motherโs saying is a good quotation. You should use it often.
Amy Tan