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
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.
thinking world geisha
If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.
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.
real thinking remember
Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.
thinking world needs
I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.
pain thinking speak
I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.
life saying-goodbye thinking
I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.
entirely recognize
This character's entirely invented, and the woman that I interviewed wouldn't recognize herself, or really anything about herself, in this book, which she hasn't read, because she doesn't read English.
again decided details found historical people third throw time written
This time all the historical details and things were right. But I'd written it again in third person, and people found it dry. I decided to throw that one away.
american-writer
It is confusing, because in this culture we really don't have anything that corresponds to geisha.
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.
feelings loud disgusting
My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they’d nearly drowned out everything else.