"The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void".
"Everything I touched was cold in a way I had never known before".
"It's always fun to read an old diary. But I don't hide anything when I write in my diary, and sometimes I'm ashamed to look at it myself".
"The charm of the mirror faded with the fading landscape".
"Even the faded, ashen line of reclaimed yarn from the younger girl to the older seemed warmly aglow".
"The snow on the distant mountains as soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke".
"She wore no powder, and the polish of the city geisha had over it a layer of mountain color".
"Her very loneliness beat down sorrow and fostered a wild strength of will".