The pressure either crushes you or makes the diamond.
The difference is circulation.
Miss Wu wore a hairnet. She talked to the rice. She had organized five hundred monks across sixteen monasteries, and here she was in a federal prison on the Fourth of July telling the rice it was going to be very good.
The pressure either crushes you or makes the diamond. What will this consciousness do with this
one wild and precious scene?
I didn’t know then that this place would become a kind of monastery.