How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

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

Geisha because when I was living in Japan, I met a fellow whose mother was a geisha, and I thought that was kind of fascinating and ended up reading about the subject just about the same time I was getting interested in writing fiction.

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

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

I had to wonder if men were so blinded by beauty that they would feel privileged to live their lives with an actual demon, so long as it was a beautiful demon.

A wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.