It seemed to me that people do a rather good job of creating levels of hell all by themselves, and this was something worth writing about. — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“What was the point, I told myself, of trying to explain to people who would never understand? Frankness just stirred up trouble amoung women… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“I could always tell when I was ready to write again, for I became irritable.” — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“Fate is unmoved by one's pitiful hopes; what changes, bowing to fate, is what one hopes for.” — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“The moon is more interesting than the unchanging sun. That is surely why it is used in poetry and the sun is not—unless one… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
But how ridiculous that I should bereft simply because I couldn’t spend hours in my world of make-believe! Wasn’t the reality of my life… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“Why couldn’t I simply accept things as they were and be grateful? I wondered. How I envied people whose desires were simple and who… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“I realized that when we finally reached Miyako, I would be stepping into a new life and would have to stop thinking about Ming-gwok.… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“In white, everything was vividly stark, like those line drawings in which everyone's black hair seems to literally to grow from the paper.” — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“This journey was the last time I could freely caress my memories. I imagined a small lacquered box inlaid with silver and gold in… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
It seemed to me that people do a rather good job of creating levels of hell all by themselves, and this was something worth… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“I cannot pretend that I understood my mother at the end of her life. I was trying to follow the goals she had set… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“I was convinced the answer to life's enigmas must lie in connecting our emotional yearnings to nature.” — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
