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
eye light darkness
If those sorts of moments would be the only pleasure life offered me, I'd be better off shutting out that one brilliant source of light to let my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.
eye thinking two
But what I could see out of the corner of my eye made me think of two lovely bundles of silk floating along a stream. In a moment they were hovering on the walkway in front of me, where they sank down and smoothed their kimono across their knees.
eye matter way
It's less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can't stop from happening.
eye artist deep-water
She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret.
mean memories-of-a-geisha knows
Of course, a sign doesn't mean anything unless you know how to interpret it.
life-is-like sometimes odd
Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it
entertain happened hire japanese men sit stay women
When men go out, the women stay at home. And historically what has always happened is the Japanese men hire women to sit and kind of entertain them.
storm moments barren
Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?
life rocks long
By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.
beautiful geisha ifs
Geisha is always called beautiful even if she is not.
thinking mind littles
I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.
feelings loud disgusting
My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they’d nearly drowned out everything else.
I've lived my life again just telling it to you.
geisha memories-of-a-geisha
I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have.