“Memory is like a long, dark street, illuminated at intervals in a light so bright that it shows up every detail. And then one plunges into the dark stretch again.” — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“Across from it was a parking lot crowded by Mercedes with darkened windows and high-performance tires, the status symbols of the country’s elite and of its criminals, each aping the other, comfortably sharing the pleasures of the night in Roppongi’s… — Barry Eisler Copy Share Image
