But he was so attuned to my every movement I was sure he was reading my mind. HE had no inhibitions, and whatever ones he discovered I had he'd pry a… - Amy Tan

I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.

I was greedy, she warned, and could not fill my heart with enough pleasure, my stomach with enough contentment, my body with enough sleep. I was like a rice basket with a rat hole at the bottom, and thus could not be satisfied and overflow, nor could I be filled. I would never know the full depth and breadth of love, beauty, or happiness. She said it like a curse.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.