He was in a room of the Gesshuuji, which he had thought it would be impossible to visit. The approach of death had made the visit easy, had unloosed the weight that held him in the depths of being. It was even a comfort to think, from the light repose the struggle up the hill had brought him, that Kiyoaki, struggling against illness up that same road, had been given wings to soar with by the denial that awaited him.
Yukio MishimaFor an artist to do creative work, he needs at once physical health and some physiomental ill health. He needs both serenity and gloom.
Yukio MishimaActually the action called a kiss represented nothing more for me than some place where my spirit could seek shelter.
Yukio Mishima