Book: Memoirs of a geisha. Page 2

We do not become geisha to enjoy life. We become geisha because we have no other choice.

I am very simple man... I don't like to surround himself with the fact that you can't have.

None of us will get so much good in this world, as we should.

- There are good and bad wrinkles, Nobu-San. Never forget that.
- You're not as young as it once was.
- Now you begin to insult me!
- I'm not insulting you, but stating a fact.
- There are bad and good wrinkles, and also good and bad facts. Bad facts are best avoided.

I did not sleep, but sank for a while into a state of self-pity.

Can't say I had any particular talent but I always worked tirelessly to achieve his goal.

I - forgotten island in the ocean, without a past and without a future.

My life seemed to me a long road to nowhere.

I wish I knew always, when we get a splinter out of our body, it leaves behind an open wound. Forever banishing Nobu from my life, I didn't just lose his friendship. It ended up that I had banished himself from Dzhiona.
The reason for this is so obvious, that I ought to foresee everything in advance. The man who owns the prize for his friend, faces a difficult choice: he must either hide his prize so that his friend found him, if possible, or lose friendships with dear man. This is a problem similar to the one we faced Pumpkin: our relationship has not recovered after my adoption.

- When I saw you, Minister, you had the same look, as then, many years ago, when I saw you at Shirakawa, he said. - I saw in your eyes so desperate that I thought if you drown, if anyone will not save you. When Pumpkin told me that this meeting was intended for Nobu's eyes, I decided to tell him about what I saw. And after he angrily reacted... well, I realized that if he is unable to forgive you what you did, then he is not your destiny.

Nothing helps with the frustration better than work.

If too often, rubbing the fabric, it will wear quickly. Words Nobu scrubbed me so hard that I could not remain a beautiful lacquered surface, which I always ordered to be Mameha.

We have considered themselves to be pieces of clay, which is always remaining fingerprints of the one who touches us.

Suddenly everything in me and around me calmed down, as if this man turned out to be a breeze as well I the cloud, carry them across the sky.