A geisha has studied a man's moods and his seasons. She fusses and he blooms.

Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future.

It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.

A wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat.

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

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.