Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love? - Amy Tan

Auntie Yang is not hard of hearing. She is hard of listening.

Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking.

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.