As An American Man Of The 1990s

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.

Well, A Peach Has A Lovely Taste And So Does A Mushroom, But You Can't Put The Two Together.

Grief Is A Most Peculiar Thing; We’re So Helpless In The Face Of It. It’s Like A Window That Will Simply Open Of Its Own Accord. The Room Grows Cold, And We Can Do Nothing But Shiver. But It Opens A Little Less Each Time, And A Little Less; And One Day We Wonder What Has Become Of It.

This Is Why Dreams Can Be Such Dangerous Things: They Smolder On Like A Fire Does, And Sometimes They Consume Us Completely.

The Swan Who Goes On Living In Its Parents' Tree Will Die; This Is Why Those Who Are Beautiful And Talented Bear The Burden Of Finding Their Own Way In The World.