He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.
Amy TanPeople there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.
Amy TanNow I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit.
Amy Tan