“Father's face was buried in early summer flowers. There was something gruesome about the utter freshness of those flowers. It was as… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“At thirteen, Noboru was convinced of his own genius (each of the others in the gang felt the same way) and certain… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
..and certain that life consisted of a few simple signals and decisions; that death took root at the moment of birth and… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
A father is a reality-concealing machine, a machine for dishing up lies to kids, and that isn't even the worst of it:… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
When a captive lion steps out of his cage, he comes into a wider world than the lion who has known only the wilds.… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room - a cry of boundless,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
The purest evil that human efforts could attain, in other words, was probably achieved by those men who made their wills the same and… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Because in the pupils of his eyes there lingered the mysterious and eternal horizon that the sea leaves as a keepsake deep in the… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
As usual, it occurred to me that words were the only thing that could possibly save me from this situation. This was a characteristic… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Svoju patnju, koju prihvatam, moram da prihvatim kao dragocenost. Ne postoji nijedan ispirač zlata koji iskopava samo zlato. Ispirač vadi pesak sa korita reke,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
I am one who has always been interested only in the edges of the body and the spirit, the outlying regions of the body… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Just let matters slide. How much better to accept each sweet drop of the honey that was Time, than to stoop to the vulgarity… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Great cloud masses boiled up, immense in their quiet majesty. They seemed to drink up all the noise below, even the sound of the… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
It is a rather risky matter to discuss a happiness that has no need of words. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
