I may be ugly and clumsy, but one thing I'm not, I'm not retarded.

There's something in life that's a curtain, and I keep trying to raise it.

The swordswoman and I are not so dissimilar. May my people understand the resemblance soon so that I can return to them. What we have in common are the words at our backs. The idioms for revenge are 'report a crime' and 'report to five families.' The reporting is the vengeance-not the beheading, not the gutting, but the words.

Adultery is extravagance.

Long ago in China, knot-makers tied string into buttons and frogs, and rope into bell pulls. There was one knot so complicated that it blinded the knot-maker. Finally an emperor outlawed this cruel knot, and the nobles could not order it anymore. If I had lived in China, I would have been an outlaw knot-maker.

I do not believe in old age. I do not believe in getting tired.

I'd like to go to New Society Village someday and find out exactly how far I can walk before people stop talking like me.