I think a lot about the moon. How it constantly waxes and wanes, just like my life with its highs and lows. I like to think of myself as having been born under a new moon. Then, in those uncertain days when I was searching for love, I guess the moon would have been a crescent. It was probably about a half-moon when I got married. Now that I’m alone, do I warrant a full moon? Have I finally overcome my weaknesses and grown up? I’m heading off along a new path in life, but if it turns out to be a dead end, I guess I can start over with the next new moon.
Shoko Tendo — Yakuza Moon: Memoirs of a Gangster’s Daughter