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Osamu Dazai Biography

Osamu Dazai (太宰治, Dazai Osamu, June 19, 1909 – June 13, 1948) was a Japanese author who is considered one of the foremost fiction writers of 20th-century Japan. A number of his most popular works, such as The Setting Sun (Shayō) and No Longer Human (Ningen Shikkaku), are considered modern-day classics in Japan. With a semi-autobiographical style and transparency into his personal life, Dazai’s stories have intrigued the minds of many readers.

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What uneasiness lies in being loved.

Being Loved, Lies, Loved, Lying, Uneasiness

I drink out of desperation. Life is too dreary to endure. The misery, loneliness, crampedness - they're heartbreaking. [. . . ] What feelings do you suppose a man has when he realizes that he will never know happiness or glory as long as he lives? Hard work. All that amounts to is food for the wild beasts of hunger.

Amounts, Hard Work, Loneliness, Long, Men, Realizes

A true artist is an ugly man.

Artist, Men, True, Ugly

Now even if I die, no one will be so grieved as to do himself bodily harm. No [. . . ] I know just how much sadness my death will cause you. Undoubtedly you will weep when you learn the news--apart, of course, from such ornamental sentimentality as you may indulge in--but if you will please try to think of my joy at being liberated completely from the suffering of living and this hateful life itself, I believe that your sorrow will gradually dissolve.

Believe, Joy, Learn, Sadness, Think, Thinking

As for love. . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

Having, I Can, Love, Nothing, Writing, Written

All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it? - I don't know.

Impossible, People, Rest, Should, Terror, Thought

Whenever I was asked what I wanted my first impulse was to answer "Nothing. " The thought went through my mind that it didn't make any difference, that nothing was going to make me happy.

Answer, Answers, Difference, Differences, Mind

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

Beings, Burning, Everything, Hell, Unhappiness

It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

Artist, Character, Man, Men, Stand

I am convinced that those people whom the world considers good and respects are all liars and fakes. I do not trust the world. My only ally is the tagged dissolute. The tagged dissolute. That is the only cross on which I wish to be crucified. Though ten thousand people criticize me, I can throw in their teeth my challenge: Are you not all the more dangerous for being without tags?

Fake, Liars, People, Ten, Trust, Wish

It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling.

Irresponsible, Likely, Storytelling, Talent

I must go on living. And, though it may be childish of me, I can't go on in simple compliance. From now on I must struggle with the world. I thought that Mother might well be the last of those who can end their lives beautifully and sadly, struggling with no one, neither hating nor betraying anyone. In the world to come there will be no room for such people. The dying are beautiful, but to live, to survive – those things somehow seem hideous and contaminated with blood.

Beautiful, Mother, Hate, People, Blood, Come

To be a friend of the weak-that is the artist's point of departure as well as his ultimate goal.

Artist, Departure, Friend, Goal, Ultimate

Scoundrels [. . . ] simply don't die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. [. . . ] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.

Beautiful, Live, Long, Scoundrels, Sweet, Time

Last year nothing happened The year before nothing happened And the year before that nothing happened.

Happened, Lasts, Nothing, Year, Years

In my case such an expression as 'to be fallen for' or even 'to be loved' is not in the least appropriate; perhaps it describes the situation more accurately to say that I was 'looked after.

Expression, Cases, Fallen, Perhaps, Accurately, Describes

Is it not true that no two human beings understand anything whatsoever about each other, that those who consider themselves bosom friends may be utterly mistaken about their fellow and, failing to realize this sad truth throughout a lifetime, weep when they read in the newspapers about his death?

Beings, Death, May, Realizing, Throughout, Two

I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for human beings. I came even to feel that if I had to sell every last possession to obtain these means of escape, it would be well worth it.

Beings, Came, Lasts, Mean, Moments, Would Be

Labeled a delinquent. That's the only kind of label I want to be crucified under.

Kind, Labeled, Labels, Under, Want

And I was incapable of living all by myself in those lodgings where I didn't know a soul. It terrified me to sit by myself quietly in my room. I felt frightened, as if I might be set upon or struck by someone at any moment.

Lodgings, Might, Rooms, Set, Sit, Soul

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