A Woman Who Acts Like A Fool

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, Only Feel It.

We Don't Become Geisha Because We Want Our Lives To Be Happy; We Become Geisha Because We Have No Choice.

My Feelings Of Disgust Had Been So Loud Within Me, They’d Nearly Drowned Out Everything Else.

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 Before You.

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.