A Tree May Look As Beautiful As

I Was Thanking Him For...well, For Something I'm Not Sure I Can Explain Even Now. For Showing Me That Something Besides Cruelty Could Be Found In The World, I Suppose.

No One Knows The Author Of Memoir So Well Like Himself.

A Mind Troubled By Doubt Cannot Focus On The Course Of Victory.

Here's The Thing: This Eel Spends Its Entire Life Trying To Find A Home, And What Do You Think Women Have Inside Them? Caves, Where The Eels Like To Live...when They Find A Cave They Like, The Wriggle Around Inside It For A While To Be Sure That...well, To Be Sure It's A Nice Cave, I Suppose. And When They've Made Up Their Minds That It's Comfortable, They Mark The Cave As Their Territory...by Spitting.

I Fell Into A Sound Sleep And Dreamed That I Was At A Banquet Back In Gion, Talking With An Elderly Man Who Was Explaining To Me That His Wife, Whom He'd Cared For Deeply, Wasn't Really Dead Because The Pleasure Of Their Time Together Lived On Inside Him.