A Wounded Tiger Is A

A Memoir Provides A Record Not So Much Of The Memoirist As Of The Memoirist's World.

Passion Can Quickly Slip To Jealousy, Or Even Hatred.

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

At The Temple There Is A Poem Called "loss" Carved Into The Stone. It Has Three Words, But The Poet Has Scratched Them Out. You Cannot Read Loss, Only Feel It.

I Could No More Have Stopped Myself From Feeling That Sadness Than You Could Stop Yourself From Smelling An Apple That Has Been Cut Open On The Table Before You.