Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.
Yukio MishimaIn the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails of boats anchored in a busy harbor. They were sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.
Yukio MishimaThere is no virtue in curiosity. In fact, it might be the most immoral desire a man can possess.
Yukio Mishima