By late autumn the yard would grow thick with fallen leaves, causing the landlady to heave many deep sighs.
The cat’s manner of rejection was like cold, white light.
Chibi was a jewel of a cat.
Having played to her heart's content, Chibi would come inside and rest for a while. When she began to sleep on the sofa--like a talisman curled gently in the shape of a comma and dug up from a prehistoric archaeological site--a deep sense of happines...
Observation is at its core an expression of love which doesn’t get caught up in sentiment.
Looking back on it now, I'd say one's thirties are a cruel age. At this point, I think of them as a time I whiled away unaware of the tide that can suddenly pull you out, beyond the shallows, into the sea of hardship, and even death
he imagined fate as a goddess, capricious and fickle, or as a river, which could flood at any moment
