By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.

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

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.

Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away.

Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

Geisha is always called beautiful even if she is not.