A woman's love is quick to turn into a passion for revenge--an obsession that becomes an endless river of blood, flowing on… — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
A woman's love is quick to turn into a passion for revenge--an obsession that becomes an endless river of blood, flowing on from generation… — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
“It’s no game. Believe me, she is a woman of far greater complexity than you—or anyone—realize. The secrets inside her mind are like flowers… — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
Happiness--a small-scale, endearing, harmonious happiness--surely dwelt here beneath the low-powered lamps in the tiny rooms of these houses. A small-scale happiness and a modest… — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
“Her spirit alternated constantly between spells of lyricism and spirit possession, making no philosophical distinction between the self alone and in relation to others,… — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
“There. You see? You’re already a pawn in her hands.” She paused. “But you’re not the only one. I am too. I can’t escape… — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
“She was like a large white flower bathed in light, magnificent in her isolation.” — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
“You appear infinitely generous, but you are a woman of infinite passion, in hate as well as love.” — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
“The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume.” — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
Even the sadistic misogyny of Buddha and Christ was nothing but an attempt to gain the better of a vastly superior opponent. — Fumiko Enchi Copy Share Image
