Shusaku Endo Quotes

The Smell Of Death Was Thick In The City Of Vara?asi. And In Tokyo As Well. And Yet The Birds Blissfully Sang Their Songs.

Over 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.

Christianity, To Be Effective In Japan, Must Change.

I Became A Catholic Against My Will.

A Person Never Knows Their Own True Face. Everybody Thinks That The Phoney, Posed Social Mask They Wear Is Their Real Face.

Every Weakness Contains Within Itself A Strength.

True Religion Should Be Able To Respond To The Dark Melodies, The Faulty And Hideous Sounds That Echo From The Heart Of Men.

Christ Did Not Die For The Good And Beautiful. It Is Easy Enough To Die For The Good And Beautiful; The Hard Thing Is To Die For The Miserable And Corrupt.

Sin, 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.