I saw what I had been fighting for: it was for me, a scared child... — 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.

My father has asked me to be the fourth corner at the Joy Luck Club. I am to replace my mother, whose seat at the mah jong table has been empty since she died two months ago. My father thinks she was killed by her own thoughts.

Only two kind of daughters. Those who are obedient and those who follow their own mind! Only one kind of daughter can live in this house. Obedient daughter!