Жаркото слънце напичаше високо подстриганите им вратове. Беше спокоен,безметежен, прекрасен неделен следобед. Въпреки това Кийоаки продължаваше да вя… - Yukio Mishima

Oddly enough, living only for one’s emotions, like a flag obedient to the breeze, demands a way of life that makes one balk at the natural course of events, for this implies being altogether subservient to nature. The life of the emotions detests all constraints, whatever their origin, and thus, ironically enough, is apt eventually to fetter its own instinctive sense of freedom.

And it seemed increasingly obvious that the world would have to topple if he was to attain the glory that was rightfully his. They were consubstantial: glory and the capsized world.

If my self was my dwelling, then my body resembled an orchard that surrounded it. I could either cultivate that orchard to its capacity or leave it for the weeds to run riot in.

There are some truths in this world that one cannot see unless one unbends one's posture.