My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.

I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.

We don't become geisha because we want our lives to be happy; we become geisha because we have no choice.

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

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.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it