All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest.
The only thing people like you can see is other people’s faults, and you’re oblivious to the horror in your own hearts. You people terrify me.
Am I wrong in thinking that these people have become such complete egoists and are so convinced of the normality of their way of life that they have never once doubted themselves?
Forced explanations often end in a distortion of lies.
The blue sky is most beautiful when see through a prison cell window.
I wanted to write only what I wanted to write.
To deceive someone who trusts you is to enter a hell that can take you to the brink of madness.
I wanted to maintain the illusion of peace and harmony even one day, even one moment. Longer. Dreading above all the thought of giving people such a frightful shock, I acted out the temporizing lie as if my life depended on it. I was forever doing that: backing myself further into a corner as I contemplated my own death.
The “literary world” was a place I was grateful for, and blessed, I thought, were those who could spend their lives there.
I hated school and never read a textbook. I only read entertaining books.
I can’t even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.
I was a petal quivering in the slightest breeze, about to fall any moment. Even the slightest insult made me think of dying.
Excessively passionate characters have a tendency to behave poorly.
Masks in one layer after another – as many as ten or twenty – had fastened themselves upon me, and I could no longer tell how sad any one of them really was.
You see, Take-san loves you, Skylark. That’s why she cried,” she said and squeezed even harder.
Communal living had proved quite impossible for me. It gave me chills just to hear such words as “the ardor of youth” or “youthful pride”: I could not by any stretch of the imagination soak myself in “college spirit.
I entered this Health Dojo because the war ended and life suddenly became precious.
Around that time, I lost interest in college. I could only see blackness.
He must live up to his friend’s trust – that alone mattered.
Around that time, I lost interest in college. I could only see blackness before me, I didn’t know what to do. It was no easy matter to prevent my father from criticizing my loafing around the house and my mother from seeing me as unworthy.