Author of quotes: Shuji Terayama

One meeting. One chance.

I hate history. I love the memories.
I hate the country. I love people. I love Mickey mantle [baseball player]. I love Leroy Jones [not clear who is a jazz musician, a footballer or a boxer]. I love Popeye. I love Andy Warhol. I love Kim Novak [actress].
But I hate America.

The truth of mankind lies more than the truth, these are my observations. Why is it that truth could exist without people, but lying without the people ever.

When the play changes with what I "saw" that "need to show", I feel I lost the most important. Playing your own play, I want to try to bring back the sadness of "watched play" in the "yet unseen".

"Hey, why are you now saying your alibi? After all, murder is imperfect".
"Yes, so you need to create an alibi right now. When it happens, it will be too late."

Any person at least once in your life become a "poet". And usually, when people finish to be "poets", begins their real life. After all, these poems were originally written in childish or nee and hate-filled and nostalgia was calculated for the same consumers.

Now stable mood spread to the world of Boxing. Times, "I must win" has been replaced at times with "I should eat".

Modern people can't live with the memories of the past. The past is a tool. People are saving yourself from reality by the power of the past, strengthen the present, protecting ourselves from the illusions of the past. And the story, "warning, only beautiful things", is not limited.

In life the answers are innumerable, but the question is always only one.

Any man thinks about death. For men the question: "How should I die?" more beautiful question: "How should I live?".

People don't die when it should, only when the time comes.

Apparently, I'll die from cirrhosis of the liver. In any case, it is clear that they will die. Therefore I say that I don't want to were erected on the grave. For my grave will be enough my own words.

Hope is beautiful, despair is nice, too. But the one who can divide them equally, even more beautiful.

December 10, 1935 I was born as an imperfect body. It took several decades to become a perfect corpse.