A wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

Never give up; for even rivers someday wash dams away.

When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency.

We must use whatever methods we can to understand the movement of the universe around us and time our actions so that we are not fighting the currents, but moving with them.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

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.

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.