Other people must be destroyed. In order that I might truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed.... - Yukio Mishima

At such times I felt as though I was drenched up to my neck in the existence that was myself.

Better to be caught in sudden, complete catastrophe than to be gnawed by the cancer of imagination.

…but now, along this high, rocky road, it was the leaves of cherry trees that predominated. From the bridge on, these lay like fallen red flowers. Some wet leaves, already decaying, had faded to a pink that was the color of the dawn. Why should decay take the color of the dawn?