Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments.

But What I Could See Out Of The Corner Of My Eye Made Me Think Of Two Lovely Bundles Of Silk Floating Along A Stream. In A Moment They Were Hovering On The Walkway In Front Of Me, Where They Sank Down And Smoothed Their Kimono Across Their Knees.

When A Man Takes A Mistress, He Doesn't Turn Around And Divorce His Wife.

After All, When A Stone Is Dropped Into A Pond, The Water Continues Quivering Even After The Stone Has Sunk To The Bottom.

I Had To Wonder If Men Were So Blinded By Beauty That They Would Feel Privileged To Live Their Lives With An Actual Demon, So Long As It Was A Beautiful Demon.

All At Once I Felt So Vain, Like A Girl Posturing For The Crowds As She Walks Along, Only To Discover The Street Is Empty.