Ah...the saga continues in THE NINJA series. After finishing THE NINJA book I was happy to locate the sequel, THE MIKO. The story surprised me and offered more insight into the mind and adventures of Nicolas Linnear. I am anxious to begin book #3: THE WHITE NINJA.
Here are some out-of-context lines in this book that struck me for some reason or another. I love this ongoing story of intrigue that mixes business, martial arts, romance, and hidden messages.
‘To subdue the enemy without fighting shows the highest level of skill. Thus, what is supreme is to attack the enemy’s strategy.’
“Often, times dictate that one becomes more intimate with one’s enemies than with friends. This is a necessary lesson of life.”
She felt the horror squirming there like a palmful of live worms.
“My doctor prescribed a permanent Palm Springs vacation. He wants me to rot by the side of a pool like the rest of those flyblown palms.”
For all Orientals, friendship meant duty, the upholding of a friend’s honor, bonds of iron no Westerner could fathom.
*” ...Life’s more often shades of gray than it is all black and white.”
“What the hell’s going on here? I come to Tokyo to negotiate a straight-ahead business merger and suddenly we’re involved with a weird cultlike murder. I could’ve gone to Southern California if I’d wanted that.”
“Time has a way of molding people to its own ends.”
“Even a warrior must feel fear. A samurai must have his nemesis, just as he must do battle.”
He was continually asked the importance of the sixth sense and his answer was always the same, “Intuition is everything.”
“No file on a human being is ever complete, no matter how up to date it is. I want you to remember that.”
He knew in that flash just how clever they were, knew also from his years of experience that there would not be time to regain control of the situation: he was not James Bond and this was no movie. So, he did the only thing he could. He concentrated on his own survival.
“This vapor is like the darkness but far more difficult to negotiate. In the darkness you may be guided by albescence, a sliver of moon, the path of a household lantern, even the glitter of the stars. But here there is nothing but the mist.” …... “I cannot even see you.”
“Westerners, as we are aware, seek to understand death because they fear it so. They cannot accept as we do; they have no concept of karma, nor can they see what is most apparent to us, that death is a part of life.”
Always he was conscious of being in a hive filled with buzzing, angry bees.
In the end, life has a way of making fools of us all, and why should I be any different?
“What do you know of the capacity to bear pain, disappointment, and suffering? You are only twenty-nine. When you get to be my age you might have some inkling although, Buddha protect you, I hope not.”
He trusted his senses enough to know that if he took the time to probe beneath the surface, he would find the link.
He knelt...gazing whit blind eyes out at the near perfect beauty of the garden. It would never be perfect, of course, As the nature of Zen dictated, one must spend one’s life searching for that perfection.
It was thought to reflect the cleanest light, to be able to reflect everything as it truly is and not how we would wish it to be.
“Jesus, why don’t you try blindfolding me, putting the donkey’s tail in my hand, and spinning me around.”
In the time he had been here he had come to understand that there were more forces in the world than he had ever dreamed could exist.
Hara, strictly speaking, was the Japanese word for stomach, but it was also the symbol of a man being well integrated with all the aspects of life. One of the primary lessons of all martial arts required the student to find that dep well of reserves of inner strength that resided in everyone just below the navel.
I found myself understanding in a purely visceral way the mystique known as the nobility of failure.
He bowed so low that his forehead touched the ground.
It is said in Japan that hard times are the best friend of tradition for it is during these periods that the people fall back most heavily on the ways of their ancestors.
“I want you to teach me what you know.”
His father found intelligent women who showed any kind of talent troublesome. “Sooner or later,” he should tell is son, “they will open their mouths and talk back to you, and then what use is their talent?
In Japan as well as in China a woman was expected to follow the dictates of her father until she was married. Then she was required to obey her husband and, in the event of his death, her eldest son.
Real life presented problems Hollywood scriptwriters never seemed to address.
She did forty minutes of centristic meditation leading ultimately to shinki kiitsu, the unity of soul, mind, and body that is so essential to reaching the very apex of all martial arts.
“Listen,” he said. His voice was as indistinct as the buzz of a mosquito in the distance.
I make RINKIOHEN my principles.” (RINKIOHEN: Adaptability to all circumstances).
My days are sometimes lonely; one’s life can be filled with too much contemplation.
“Even the voracious crow knows when to quit the corn field.”
Charades were never acted out unless there was an audience.
Once a warrior, always a warrior.
Still, logic dictated that he attempt to assess his current situation.
Women’s motivations were so opaque to him.
There was not any place on earth where he was not at that moment. Connected once more to the cosmos, he stood at the Void, and was replenished.
“May ALL the GODS protect you,” he whispered.
He was exhausted again. Physically the drugs had been dissipated, eliminated from his system. Yet their accumulated effect on muscles, tissue, and brains still lingered. Exercise was the only remedy for that.
For a long time they did nothing but that, basking in the presence of each other’s spirit, becoming reacquainted, finding a new, and unexpected, level to their relationship that the heavy baggage of the past had denied to them before.
“There are many things you do not know about me, though surely in all the world there is no other with whom I have shared so many secrets.”
“LIFE is imperfect because we are humans and not gods. Gods by their very definition do not live but rather exist.”
There is nothing like being with one’s family to restore the spirit.
How many people in one’s life were there who one could talk to? How many were there in a lifetime who understood him? One or two, a handful if one were exceptionally fortunate.
One is never as alert to one’s surrounding when at a place one despises.
“Never rejoice over the death of another human being. Rather take satisfaction that a source of evil has been expunged. If a man aligns himself with evil, we have our duty before us. We must act. Mankind could no longer tolerate life without this weeding-out process.”
She was MIKO, a sorceress who could reach out at any time masking her true intent, and snuff out his life. It could come in the midst of a kiss or an embrace; he would never know the difference...
“You look like somebody put you through the meat grinder and forgot to turn the thing off.”
Japanese accept earthquakes as part of nature. To Californians it’s like death: they’d rather not think about it.
It was a myth...Life could never be controlled. And yet he continued to try.
He felt enormously tired, like a long-distance runner who had just expended his last ounce of gallant reserves to embrace the finish line only to be fold that the course has been extended another mile.
Together their lips opened, their tongues met, tasting. They felt the heat, passion rising, a cloud of heavy emotion enveloping them.
One gave one’s heart in a kiss.
“Your father was an exceedingly strong personality. He was too much for many adults. It’s not particularly surprised that he should have overpowered his children. The important thing is that you realize that he did not dominate deliberately. He didn’t know any other way to live.”
He was an enormously powerful man.
There was a wistful look on his face, and a calmness young boys have after a long day’s exertion, when, happily exhausted, they return home to a secure rest.