“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.”
― Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel
“Possessing by letting go of things was a secret of ownership unknown to youth.” - Yukio MISHIMA (1925~1970), Japanese author
Beautiful covers from Vintage for Yukio Mishima’s novels
“Dreams, memories, the sacred—they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.”
― Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow
In his heart, he always preferred the actuality of loss to the fear of it.
Yukio Mishima, from Spring Snow