Passion Can Quickly Slip To

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.

If Mother And Mameha Couldn't Come To An Agreement, I Would Remain A Maid All My Life Just As Surely As A Turtle Remains A Turtle

When We Fight Upstream Against A Rocky Undercurrent, Every Foothold Takes On A Kind Of Urgency.

My Tears Simply Broke Through The Fragile Wallthat Had Held Them, And With A Terrible Feeling Of Shame, I Laid My Head Upon The Table And Let Them Drain Out Of Me.

I Didn't Say To Act Dead. I Said Act Helpless.