Yukio Mishima

Indeed, of all the kinds of decay in this world, decadent purity is the most malignant

knows but what those fits of depression she continued having until her death were a memento of vices in which my grandfather had indulged in his prime?

had a presentiment then that there is in this world a kind of desire like stinging pain. Looking up at that dirty youth, I was choked by desire, thinking, "I want to change into him," thinking, "I want to be him." I can remember clearly that my desire had two focal points. The first was his dark-blue "thigh-pullers," the other his occupation