Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden
Arthur Goldenis an American writer. He is the author of the bestselling novel Memoirs of a Geisha...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 December 1956
CountryUnited States of America
girl crowds empty
All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the street is empty.
eels sweat doctors
Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat.
two facts week
Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.
water personality landscape
Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us
mother turtles agreement
If Mother and Mameha couldn't come to an agreement, I would remain a maid all my life just as surely as a turtle remains a turtle
sadness cutting apples
I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table before you.
men giving dancer
From this experience, I understood the danger of focusing only on what isn't there. What if I came to the end of my life and realized that I'd spent every day watching for a man who would never come to me? What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realize I'd never really tasted the things I'd eaten, or seen the places I'd been, because I'd thought of nothing but the Chairman even while my life was drifting away from me. And yet if I drew my thoughts back from him, what life would I have? I would be like a dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.
thinking world geisha
If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.
struggle worry effort
His face was very heavily creased, and into each crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn't really his face any longer, but more like a tree that had nests of birds in all of the branches. He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always looked worn out from the effort.
dream fire doe
This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.
beautiful tree branches
A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.
Occasionally in life we come upon things we can't understand, because we have never seen anything similar.
kindness world should
We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.
thanking-him world found
I was thanking him for...well, for something I'm not sure I can explain even now. For showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, I suppose.