“Her spirit alternated constantly between spells of lyricism and spirit possession, making no philosophical distinction between the self alone and in relation to others, and unable to achieve the solace of a religious indifference.” — 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
