His face was very heavily creased, and into each crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn't really his face any longer, but more like a tree that had nests of birds in all of the branches. He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always looked worn out from the effort.

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.

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

I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have.

Neither you nor I can know your destiny. You may never know it! Destiny isn't always like a party at the end of the evening. Sometimes it's nothing more than struggling through life from day to day.

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

A woman who acts like a fool is a fool.