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?
Arthur GoldenIt was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.
Arthur GoldenMy tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.
Arthur Golden