Well, a peach has a lovely taste and so does a mushroom, but you can't put the two together..

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 ….

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, onl….

Sadness was a very heavy thing..

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was..

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

Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true..

I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have..

I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this….

A mouse who wishes to fool the cat doesn't simply scamper out of its hole whenever it feels the slightest urge..

My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path..

You know, the men go to tea houses with the expectation that they will have a nice quiet evening and not read about it the next morning in the newspa….

Memoirs give the knowledge about the author and his environment. They are different from biography. Memoirs do not get ahead, and the man who writes ….

Neither you nor I can know your destiny. You may never know it! Destiny isn't always like a party at the end of the evening. Sometimes it's nothing m….

I studied Japanese language and culture in college and graduate school, and afterward went to work in Tokyo, where I met a young man whose father was….

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains..

I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table….

Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through the grasses of the field. How w….

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all ….

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..

I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world..