Amy Tan
Amy Tan
Amy Tanis an American writer whose works explore mother-daughter relationships and the Chinese-American experience. Her best-known work is The Joy Luck Club, which has been translated into 25 languages. In 1993, the book was adapted into a commercially successful film...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 February 1952
CityOakland, CA
CountryUnited States of America
people evil ifs
If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?
running beach pain
Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.
believe loyal loyal-friend
When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one?
confused believe thinking
Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.
hearing unseen joy-luck-club
We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.
speak speak-the-truth wells
While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.
lying thinking worry
If I look upon my whole life, I cannot think of another time when I felt more comfortable: when I had no worries, fears, or desires, when my life seemed as soft and lovely as lying inside a cocoon of rose silk.
mother father ideas
Each person is made of five different elements, she told me. Too much fire and you had a bad temper. That was like my father, whom my mother always critized for his cigarette habit and who always shouted back that she should feel guilty that he didn't let my mother speak her mind. Too little wood and you bent too quickly to listen to other people's ideas, unable to stand on your own. This was like my Auntie An-mei. Too much water and you flowed in too many different directions. like myself.
daughter eye swimming
wisdom is like a bottomless pond. You throw stones in and they sink into darkness and dissolve. Her eyes looking back do not reflect anything. I think this to myself even though I love my daughter. She and I have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life, I have watched her as though from another shore.
running tired looks
I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.
mountain-peaks two people
...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.
two expectations tests
I hated the tests the raised hopes and failed expectations." - Two Kinds
thinking missing missing-something
Why do you think you are missing something you never had?
book hands different
We all become different readers in how we respond to books, why we need them, what we take from them. We become different in the questions that arise as we read, in the answers that we find, in the degree of satisfaction or unease we feel with those answers...In the hands of a different reader, the same story can be a different story.