I was carried away, swept along by the mighty stream of words pouring from the hundreds of pages. To me it was the ultimate book: once you had read i….

In the end we had changed the position of the hands so many times that we had no idea what the time really was..

In Chinese love stories the one who loves always starts by borrowing a book from the beloved..

Our imagination is dictated by who we are. (198).

Calligraphy may well be simply an artistic version of another form, that is the ideograms which make up the poem, but then not only does it reflect t….

A woman's beauty is a treasure beyond price..

Without him (Jean-Christophe) I would never have understood the splendour of taking free andindependent action as an individual. Up until this stolen….

It would evidently take more than a political regime, more than dire poverty to stop a woman from wanting to be well-dressed: it was a desire as old ….

A name with a gently exotic ring to it, like birdsong, like a grain of sand in the far-off Gobi Desert or the northern steppes, whipped up by the win….