Flowers That Grow Where Old Ones Have

We Don't Become Geisha Because We Want Our Lives To Be Happy; We Become Geisha Because We Have No Choice.

The Corridor Couldn't Have Smelled More Strongly Of Fish Guts If We Had Actually Been Inside A Fish.

Grief Is A Most Peculiar Thing; We’re So Helpless In The Face Of It. It’s Like A Window That Will Simply Open Of Its Own Accord. The Room Grows Cold, And We Can Do Nothing But Shiver. But It Opens A Little Less Each Time, And A Little Less; And One Day We Wonder What Has Become Of It.

Occasionally In Life We Come Upon Things We Can't Understand, Because We Have Never Seen Anything Similar.

I Don't Think Any Of Us Can Speak Frankly About Pain Until We Are No Longer Enduring It.