Yukio Mishima

I lacked, in short, the muscles suitable for a dramatic death.

The formulation of any new way of thought begins with the trial rephrasing in many different ways of a single, as yet ambiguous theme. As the fisherman tries all kinds of rods, and the fencer all kinds of bamboo swords until he finds one whose length and weight suit him, so, in the formulation of a way of thinking, an as yet imprecise idea is given experimental expression in a variety of forms; only when the right measurements and weight are discovered does it become part of oneself.

Here I was at twenty-three, an age when nothing is impossible.

“That pavement’s the border of the world. As long as they can’t see us from down there, they can’t see us from anywhere. It’s funny, really. We’re safe inside this big old lie.”

“That pavement’s the border of the world. As long as they can’t see us from down there, they can’t see us from anywhere. It’s funny, really. We’re safe inside this big old lie.”

“That pavement’s the border of the world. As long as they can’t see us from down there, they can’t see us from anywhere. It’s funny, really. We’re safe inside this big old lie.”

There’s no need to be hopelessly romantic. Modern stars need to speak in a way that clearly frames the woman as a sex object

There’s no need to be hopelessly romantic. Modern stars need to speak in a way that clearly frames the woman as a sex object

Compared to this variety of time, the hours of ordinary life were no more than a worn and tattered obi unwinding from the waist.

Now I could be seen completely. Being seen made me their king.

I can say that loving nature was an error. Not seeing my affection for the weakness that it was, I put a stain upon my youth.