Memoirs of a Geisha

by Arthur Golden

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

Rip Kobe

Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course. If

we can never flee the misery that is within us.

“We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should,”

I understood perfectly well that the Chairman wasn’t telling these things to me because he wanted me to know them. He was clearing them from his mind, just like draining water from a bucket. So