Seiichiro Yamashita Quotes

The myth of the first world is that
development is wealth and technology progress.
It is all rubbish.
It means that you are no longer human beings
but only labor.
It means that the land you live on is not earth
but only property. ~ Karen Tei Yamashita

It is better to live one-shot loving and living your life to the fullest than live chapters hating and grudging. ~ Michiyo Yamashita

No single imagination is wild or crass or cheesy enough to compete with the collective mindlessness that propels our fascination forward. ~ Karen Tei Yamashita

In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill. ~ Sadamu Yamashita

Everything has shortcut except to heaven. ~ Michiyo Yamashita

Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange flowers, the way it smells at Maisen. Those ordinary things I talk about with you. With you... I want to talk about love with you. ~ Tomoko Yamashita

The most hardest thing to give up is the thing that you treasure the most. ~ Michiyo Yamashita

But the tears of joy had washed anxiety away and lifted them to a height where nothing was impossible. Ryuji was as if paralyzed: the sight of familiar places, places they had visited together, failed to move him. That Yamashita Park and Marine Tower should now appear just as he had often pictured them seemed only obvious, inevitable. And the smoking drizzle of rain, by softening the too distinct scenery and making of it something closer to the images in memory, only heightened the reality of it all. Ryuji expected for some time after he disembarked to feel the world tottering precariously beneath his feet, and yet today more than ever before, like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle, he felt snugly in place in an anchored, amiable world. ~ Yukio Mishima

And in time we may remember, collecting every little memory, all the bits and pieces, into a larger memory, rebuilding a great layered and labyrinthine, now imagined, international hotel of many rooms, the urban experiment of a homeless community built to house the needs of temporary lives. And for what? To resist death and dementia. To haunt a disappearing landscape. To forever embed this geography with our visions and voices. To kiss the past and you good-bye, leaving the indelible spit of our DNA on still moist lips. Sweet. Sour. Salty. Bitter. ~ Karen Tei Yamashita