“The hanging gate, of something like trelliswork, was propped on a pole, and he could see that the house was tiny and flimsy. He felt a little sorry for the occupants of such a place--and then asked himself who in… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
There is a tendency among men as well as women ... so soon as they have acquired a little knowledge of some kind, to… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
In a certain reign there was a lady not of the first rank whom the emperor loved more than any of the others. The… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
I have a theory of my own about what the art of the novel is, and how it came into being…It happens because the… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
“The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart” — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
“Well, we never expected this!" they all say. "No one liked her. They all said she was pretentious, awkward, difficult to approach, prickly, too… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
Stepmothers in books usually behave very spitefully towards the children entrusted to them. But he was now learning by his own experience that in… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
Some ... have imagined that by arousing a baseless suspicion in the mind of the beloved we can revive a waning devotion. But this… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
A night of endless dreams, inconsequent and wild, is this my life; none more worth telling than the rest. — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
“We are not told of things that happened to specific people exactly as they happened; but the beginning is when there are good things… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
