It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.
Arthur GoldenThe corridor couldn't have smelled more strongly of fish guts if we had actually been inside a fish.
Arthur GoldenI went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.
Arthur Golden