Hideaki Satoh

“There's no doubt that he'll be heading straight for tragedy. It will be beautiful, of course, but should he throw his whole life away as a sacrificial offering to such a fleeting beauty—like a bird in flight glimpsed from a window?”
― Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow

“In his heart, he always preferred the actuality of loss to the fear of it.”
― Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow

“Every beloved object is the center of a garden of paradise.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

“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