Happy Birthday, Arthur Golden, born 6 December 1956.
- Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.
- As an American man of the 1990s writing about a Japanese woman of the 1930s, I needed to cross three cultural divides – man to woman, American to Japanese, and present to past.
- This time all the historical details and things were right. But I’d written it again in third person, and people found it dry. I decided to throw that one away.
- At the temple there is a poem called ‘Loss’ carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.
- Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.
- We can never flee the misery that is within us.
- I don’t think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.
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