Trample! Trample! It is to be trampled on by you that I am here.
Shūsaku EndōOver the years I have forged intimate familial ties with these characters, who are reflections of a portion of myself. Consequently, even a character who appeared only once in a short story waits now in the wings, concealed by the curtain, for his next appearance on-stage. Not one of them has ever broken free of his familial ties with me and disappeared for ever - at least, not within the confines of my heart.
Shūsaku EndōMots clés writing characters fiction characterization
لقد جعلتني أمي وأنا في الثالثة عشرة من عمري أرتدي ملابس غريبة، لا تناسبني، ومنذ ذلك اليوم أحاول دونما نجاح أن أجعل من هذه الملابس كيمونو
Shūsaku EndōSin, he reflected, is not what it is usually thought to be; it is not to steal and tell lies. Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind.
Shūsaku EndōA person never knows their own true face. Everybody thinks that the phoney, posed social mask they wear is their real face.
Shūsaku EndōTrue religion should be able to respond to the dark melodies, the faulty and hideous sounds that echo from the heart of men.
Shūsaku EndōMots clés religion
Every weakness contains within itself a strength.
Shūsaku EndōMots clés weakness
A man who wields a pen has to be accountable to society.
Shūsaku EndōMots clés writers responsibility
I don't want to die in darkness any thicker than this. I want to bring some kind of resolution in my life.
Shūsaku EndōMots clés death resolutions
The smell of death was thick in the city of Vārāṇasī. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.
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