my inherent deficiency of blood had first implanted in me the impulse to dream of bloodshed. And in its turn that impulse had caused me to lose more and more of the stuff of blood from my body, thereby further increasing my lust for blood.

Ryotaro alone declares “ I am happy, " and convinces himself that it is true.

a seeming lamentation for the extremely vulgar mating of humanity and eternity, which could be consummated only through some such pious immorality as this.

my inherent deficiency of blood had first implanted in me the impulse to dream of bloodshed. And in its turn that impulse had caused me to lose more and more of the stuff of blood from my body, thereby further increasing my lust for blood.

nothingness was the very structure of this beauty.

but, it may well be asked, can a person be so completely false to his own nature? even for one moment? if the answer is no, then there is no way to explain the mysterious mental process by which we crave things we actually do not want at all, is

the realistic portion of my mind sensed the artificiality in the eternal protestations with which I persuaded myself that I was in love with her, and it fought back with this spiteful fatigue. there seemed to be some terrible poison in this mental

I can‘t even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

I was one of those savage marauders who, not knowing how to express their love, mistakenly kill the persons they love.

I was one of those savage marauders who, not knowing how to express their love, mistakenly kill the persons they love.

did it mean that I wanted to live after all?

I was one of those savage marauders who, not knowing how to express their love, mistakenly kill the persons they love.

there is no expression whatsoever. the picture has a genuinely chilling, foreboding quality—— as if it caught him in the act of dying as he sat before the camera.

the groups of muscles that have become virtually unnecessary in modern life, though still a vital element of a man’s body, are obviously pointless from a practical point of view, and bulging muscles are as unnecessary as a classical education is to the

I was attacked by unendurable grief.

the fact of not being understood by others had been my sole source of pride since my early youth, and I had not the slightest impulse to express myself in such a way that I might be understood. when I did try to clarify my thoughts and actions, I

to put it in a rather vulgar way, I had been dreaming about love in the firm belief that I could not be loved.

it’s never at such times that we become cruel or bloodthirsty. no, it’s a beautiful spring afternoon like this that makes people suddenly become cruel.

I was choked by desire, thinking, " I want to change into him, " thinking, " I want to be him. "

driven by naught save this strange yearning for the higher, and the closer, to plunge myself into the deep sky’s blue, so contrary to all organic joys, so far from pleasures of superiority, but higher, and higher, dazzled perhaps, by the dizzy

that principle, it occurred to me, was death.

thus in a single phrase, I can define the great illusion concerning “love” in this world. it is the effort to join reality with the apparition.

what I wanted was to die among strangers, untroubled, beneath a cloudless sky.

in doing so I had obviously arrived unwittingly at nothing more than a belief in the platonic concept of love.

luring me on, and my mind, higher—— ever higher, up into the sky, drawing me ceaselessly up, to heights far, far above the human?

in time this ambition became still stronger and, expanding within me, saw a strange development.

his was not a fate to be pitied. in no way was it a pitiable fate. rather was it proud and tragic, a fate that might even be called shining.

for clearly, it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other.

he was fully aware that beauty is a thing which must sleep and which, in sleeping, must be protected by knowledge.

there came a look of deep contempt, akin almost to suffering and well becoming his beauty.