“It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides. I watch them plunge into… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“She saw the stubborn set of my face. "I've never felt blessed," I said. "There must be free will to choose. Do you know… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“none of my children—not one—ever took the easy road; that they strove to keep sanity, reason, and compassion alive and burning in these tragic… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“A garden is composed of a variety of clocks, Aritomo had once told me. Some of them run faster than the others, and some… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“As with all the principles of aikijutsu, you do not meet the force of the strike head-on. You parry, you step to the side… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“The mountains are as I have always remembered them, the first light of the morning melting down their flanks.” — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“Time seems to overlap, like the shadows of leave pressing down on other leave, layer upon layer.” — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“Before me lies a voyage of a million miles, and my memory is the moonlight I will borrow to illuminate my way.” — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
