“Is this how you act toward your honored guest? You must take him out onto the street and walk him around a… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all. — Arthur Golden Death Copy Share Image
I dont think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it. — Arthur Golden Pain Copy Share Image
“Now she took a close look at me for the first time, puffing on her pipe while the old woman beside her… — Arthur Golden First time Copy Share Image
I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing.… — Arthur Golden Body Copy Share Image
Water is powerful. It can wash away earth, put out fire, and even destroy iron. — Arthur Golden Earth Copy Share Image
“The moment I formulated this thought, everything aroud me seemed to droop heavily toward the earth. Outside in the garden, the eaves… — Arthur Golden Grief Copy Share Image
“If you want to be successful, Sayuri, you must be sure that men’s feelings remain always under your control.” — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“I felt I was standing on a stage many hours after the dance had ended, when the silence lay as heavily upon… — Arthur Golden Dance Copy Share Image
I had to wonder if men were so blinded by beauty that they would feel privileged to live their lives with an… — Arthur Golden Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it.” — Arthur Golden Grief Copy Share Image
The corridor couldn't have smelled more strongly of fish guts if we had actually been inside a fish. — Arthur Golden Corridors Copy Share Image
“And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a… — Arthur Golden Life Copy Share Image
“another motive as well—namely, to preserve her voice, which had a quality of expressiveness I have rarely encountered. Customarily she spoke with… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“Hatsumomo's lovely smille grew... until her lips were as rich and full as drops of blood beading at the edge of a… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
As an American man of the 1990s writing about a Japanese woman of the 1930s, I needed to cross three cultural divides… — Arthur Golden American Copy Share Image
“The very idea!" he said, with another big laugh. "You, growing up in a dump like Yoroido. That's like making tea in… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head… — Arthur Golden Broke Copy Share Image
A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world. — Arthur Golden History Copy Share Image
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we… — Arthur Golden Adversity Copy Share Image
“Since the day I’d left Yoroido, I’d done nothing but worry that every turn of life’s wheel would bring yet another obstacle… — Arthur Golden Life Copy Share Image
Some people have difficulty telling the difference between something great and something they've simply heard of. — Arthur Golden Differences Copy Share Image
