Hideaki Satoh

“It was a bright, quiet garden, without striking features. Like a rosary rubbed between the hands, the shrilling of cicadas held sway. There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place that had no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowed over the still garden.”
― Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel

“We must stand firm between two kinds of madness: the belief that we can do anything; and the belief that we can do nothing.”
― Alain

“Life is not worth a single line of Baudelaire.”
― Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, The Life of a Stupid Man

“My novel has found a beautiful soul. How shall I write it? Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Palm of the Hand Stories