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.

A wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

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

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.