Arthur Golden

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.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

You know, the men go to tea houses with the expectation that they will have a nice quiet evening and not read about it the next morning in the newspaper.

Who can sit back as our towns and cities are torn apart by violence and be content with the status quo?

He who does not tire, tires adversity.

My style is Edie Sedgwick meets Grace Jones, or Audrey Hepburn meets Salt 'n' Pepa. Strong and feisty but still classic.