Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

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.

After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

Well, a peach has a lovely taste and so does a mushroom, but you can't put the two together.

A woman who acts like a fool is a fool.

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.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.