And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

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.

A wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

A mouse who wishes to fool the cat doesn't simply scamper out of its hole whenever it feels the slightest urge.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

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?