True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.
Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.
Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.
Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they're just repeating what others before them have done.
Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart.
Possessing by letting go of things was a secret of ownership unknown to youth.
We live in an age in which there is no heroic death.
When silence is prolonged over a certain period of time, it takes on new meaning.
The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.
I still have no way to survive but to keep writing one line, one more line, one more line...
We are not wounded so deeply when betrayed by the things we hope for as when betrayed by things we try our best to despise. In such betrayal comes the dagger in the back.
Anything can become excusable when seen from the standpoint of the result
If the world changed, i could not exist, and if i changed, the world could not exist
...living is merely the chaos of existence...
The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.
A samurai is a total human being, whereas a man who is completely absorbed in his technical skill has degenerated into a ‘function’, one cog in a machine.
...of all the kinds of decay in this world, decadent purity is the most malignant.
Other people must be destroyed. In order that I might truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed....
Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?
There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.
There's a huge seal called 'impossibility' pasted all over this world. And don't ever forget that we're the only ones who can tear it off once and for all.
When people concentrate on the idea of beauty, they are, without realizing it, confronted with the darkest thoughts that exist in this world. That, I suppose, is how human beings are made.
For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other.
History knew the truth. History was the most inhuman product of humanity.It scooped up the whole of human will and, like the goddess Kali in Calcutta, dripped blood from its mouth as it bit and crunched.
A man isn't tiny or giant enough to defeat anything
He felt that taking naps was much more beneficial than confronting catastrophes.
For a long time I had not approached the forbidden fruit called happiness, but it was now tempting me with a melancholy persistence. I felt as though Sonoko were an abyss above which I stood poised.
I cried sobbingly until at last those visions reeking with blood came to comfort me. And then I surrendered myself to them, to those deplorably brutal visions, my most intimate friends.
Still immersed in his dream, he drank down the tepid tea. It tasted bitter. Glory, as anyone knows, is bitter stuff.
The cynicism that regards hero worship as comical is always shadowed by a sense of physical inferiority
