You seemed so desperate, like you might drown if someone didn't save you.

If those sorts of moments would be the only pleasure life offered me, I'd be better off shutting out that one brilliant source of light to let my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away.

Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through the grasses of the field. How would he know? If we want to hear about the field on the other hand, no one is in a better circumstance to tell us-so long as we keep in mind that we are missing all those things the rabbit was in no position to observe.

A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

No one knows the author of memoir so well like himself.