Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

No one knows the author of memoir so well like himself.

I was thanking him for...well, for something I'm not sure I can explain even now. For showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, I suppose.

Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime. Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as pieces of clay that forever show the fingerprints of everyone who has touched them.

You seemed so desperate, like you might drown if someone didn't save you.