It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character. — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Disqualified as a human being. I had now ceased utterly to be a human being.” — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
I was afraid to board a streetcar because of the conductor; I was afraid to enter the Kabuki Theater for fear of the usherettes… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow will probably be another day like today. Happiness will never come my way. I know that. But it's probably best to go to… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share
One day, I went to a soba restaurant outside town, and while I was waiting for the zarusoba I opened an old graph magazine. There was a picture of an exhausted, lonely kneeling woman who wore a checked patterned yukata after the tradegy of a large earthquake. With the intensity of my chest ready to burn up, I fell in… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share
“I feel so unhappy.” I am sure that this one phrase whispered to me would arouse my sympathy more than the longest, most painstaking account of a woman’s life. It amazes and astonishes me that I have never once heard a woman make this simple statement. This woman did not say, “I feel so unhappy” in so many words, but… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share
I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Of late a gloomy rain has been falling almost incessantly. Whatever I do depresses me.” — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
Last year nothing happened The year before nothing happened And the year before that nothing happened. — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
