Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move.

The rice bowl is to me the most valid reason in the world for doing anything. A piece of one's soul to the multitudes in return for rice and wine does not seem to me a sacrilege.

Sadness is so ungrateful.

People never think about words, they only feel them.

This is Malaya. Everything takes a long, a very long time, in Malaya. Things get done, occasionally, but more often they don't, and the more in a hurry you are, the quicker you break down.

Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move.

People bring to what they see and feel, the inner weather of their souls and complexion of their minds.