he's flat, yall

I had no choice but to pray for his death. Typically enough, the one thing that never occurred to me was to kill him. During the course of my life I have wished innumerable times that I might meet with a violent death, but I have never once desired to kill anybody. I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

When you fall in love, music permeates the soul, doesn’t it? I think that’s the surest sign of this affliction.

If I could have, I wanted to live the life of an artist—poor, but carefree, like you. . . . Seeing your freewheeling way of getting drunk made me envy you to the point that I was jealous. This, I thought, was an honest way to live a life. No ostentation, no flattery, and yet a life lived mightily with pride on one's own. How enviable to live such a life.

Dazai has cake