A Geisha Has Studied A

Yet Somehow The Thing That Startled Me Most, After A Week Or Two Had Passed, Was That I Had In Fact Survived.

Every Man Has His Destiny. But Who Needs To Go To A Fortune-teller To Find It? Do I Go To A Chef To Find Out If I'm Hungry?

Here's The Thing: This Eel Spends Its Entire Life Trying To Find A Home, And What Do You Think Women Have Inside Them? Caves, Where The Eels Like To Live...when They Find A Cave They Like, The Wriggle Around Inside It For A While To Be Sure That...well, To Be Sure It's A Nice Cave, I Suppose. And When They've Made Up Their Minds That It's Comfortable, They Mark The Cave As Their Territory...by Spitting.

A Woman Who Acts Like A Fool Is A Fool.

She Paints Her Face To Hide Her Face. Her Eyes Are Deep Water. It Is Not For Geisha To Want. It Is Not For Geisha To Feel. Geisha Is An Artist Of The Floating World. She Dances, She Sings. She Entertains You, Whatever You Want. The Rest Is Shadows, The Rest Is Secret.