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“He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.”

Quote by Arthur Golden

Book:Memoirs Of A Geisha
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Memoirs Of A Geisha

This book offers a profound look into the world of geishas, exploring the cultural and personal journey of a young girl who becomes one of the most celebrated geishas in Kyoto. more

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Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden

Arthur Golden, born on December 6, 1956, is a renowned American writer known for his delicate emotional descriptions and profound cultural insights. His works, such as 'Snow Country Express', are celebrated for their intricate portrayal of Japanese culture and complex human nature. more

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