Alex

“De la tristesse, un sentiment d'incrédulité plus que des regrets, et en même temps un étrange sang-froid, le sentiment que de toute façon on ne peut plus revenir en arrière et qu'il y n'y a plus qu'à avancer, avancer. Comme si en avançant encore et encore, tout au bout on allait se réveiller, et tout redeviendrait comme avant.”
― Kaori Ekuni, 神様のボート [Kamisama no bōto]

“On the other hand, when art considers itself as the reality and action as the falsehood, it once more envisages that falsehood as the peak of its own ultimate fictional world; it has been forced to realize that its own death is no longer backed up by the falsehood, that hard on the heels of the reality of its own work came the reality of death. This death is a fearful death, the death that descends on the human being who has never lived; yet he can at least dream, ultimately, of the existence in the world of action—the falsehood—of a death that is other than his own.”
― Yukio Mishima, Sun and Steel

“J'ai l'impression de me trouver là par erreur. Ça a toujours été comme ça. Déjà quand j'étais étudiante ou lycéenne, et déjà bien plus tôt à l'école primaire, j'avais toujours ce sentiment.”
― Kaori Ekuni, 神様のボート [Kamisama no bōto]

“The men who indulged in nocturnal thought, it seemed to me, had without exception dry, lusterless skins and sagging stomachs. They sought to wrap up a whole epoch in a capacious night of ideas, and rejected in all its forms the sun that I had seen. They rejected both life and death as I had seen them, for in both of these the sun had had a hand.”
― Yukio Mishima, Sun & Steel