“But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.”
Arthur Golden
Memoirs of a Geisha
May 15, 2008 at 5:39 am
Actually I said that. Arthur stole it from me. He was always that way….
May 15, 2008 at 5:40 am
…. actually, most of his “works” were taken from my diary. Of course, no one believes me, but that’s okay. At least I know it’s true.