No One Knows The Author Of Memoir

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 Newspaper.

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 More Than Struggling Through Life From Day To Day.

We Lead Our Lives Like Water Flowing Down A Hill, Going More Or Less In One Direction Until We Splash Into Something That Forces Us To Find A New Course.

I Stumbled Out Into The Courtyard To Try To Flee My Misery, But Of Course We Can Never Flee The Misery That Is Within Us.

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.