You Seemed So Desperate, Like

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

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 Was What We Japanese Called The Onion Life, Peeling Away A Layer At A Time And Crying All The While.

We Don't Become Geisha Because We Want Our Lives To Be Happy; We Become Geisha Because We Have No Choice.

Every Man Has His Destiny. But Who Needs To Go To A Fortune-teller To Find It? Do I Go To A Chef To Find Out If I'm Hungry?