At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world.
When a man takes a mistress, he doesn't turn around and divorce his wife.
When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away.