Passion Can Quickly Slip To Jealousy, Or

I Cannot Tell You What It Is That Guides Us In This Life; But For Me, I Fell Toward The Chairman Just As A Stone Must Fall Toward The Earth. When I Cut My Lip And Met Mr. Tanaka, When My Mother Died And I Was Cruelly Sold, It Was All Like A Stream That Falls Over Rocky Cliffs Before It Can Reach The Ocean. Even Now That He Is Gone I Have Him Still, In The Richness Of My Memories.

A Memoir Provides A Record Not So Much Of The Memoirist As Of The Memoirist's World.

Friendship Is A Precious Thing, Sayuri. One Mustn't Throw It Away.

If Those Sorts Of Moments Would Be The Only Pleasure Life Offered Me, I'd Be Better Off Shutting Out That One Brilliant Source Of Light To Let My Eyes Begin To Adjust To The Darkness.

It's Your Duty To Use What Influence You Have, Unless You Want To Drift Through Life Like A Fish Belly-up On The Stream" "i Wish I Could Believe That Life Really Is Something More Than A Stream That Carries Us Along, Belly-up" "alright, If It's A Stream, You're Still Free To Be In This Part Of It Or That Part, Aren't You? The Water Will Divide Again And Again. If You Bump, And Tussle, And Fight, And Make Use Of Whatever Advantages You Might Have-" "oh, That's Fine, I'm Sure, When You Have Advantages." "you'd Find Them Everywhere, If You Ever Bothered To Look!