There are many worlds, but they share the same sky. One sky, one destiny.

We don't have to be stars exploding in the night Or electric eels under the covers We don't have to be anything quite so unreal Let's just be lovers

Some flowers bloom Where the green grass grows Our praise is not for them But the ones who bloom in the bitter snow We raise our cups to them

Mankind seems so pitiful, so poor Compared to that softened, grateful last glance She gave me through her tears

My own mother thought I was a monster. She was right, of course, but it still hurt.

Sotenbori is a special town to me, full of memories of what time we had... So I thought if I stuck around and just led my life in these old haunts... Maybe I'd meet him again one more time. Meet him, and finally get a chance to say 'thank you.'

And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?

We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if it’s one little room, like a bath house in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is?

All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.

In our home everything was twisted. And when everything’s twisted, what’s normal ends up looking weird too. I’ve known this for a long time, but I was a child. Where else could I go?

Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?

What happened to you? You used to be smart! You used to be cool! You used to be worth talking to!

I hate who I am. But maybe I can learn to like myself one day! Maybe it's okay for me to be here! The only person I can be is me. I'm me. I want to be myself! I want to be here! It's okay for me to be here!

I have accepted it And I forgive you I am this monster in this maze and in a way I'll live forever

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy. And the boy who loves you the wrong way keeps weakening. You thought if you handed over your body he'd do something interesting.

She knew that the ordinary happiness of an ordinary person in this world would not be able to attract any interest whatsoever. And that was why that ordinary happiness… was the greatest luxury in a ruined world.

‘I trust the Fool,’ I said, and then wondered if I truly did. I did, I assured myself. There was almost nothing about me that he didn’t know. That was trust, wasn’t it?

I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

Enjoying your world means making it bigger. I finally get that. The world as one person sees it is tiny. You've gotta reach out to other people.

Then take me out onto the dance floor And let me cry against your cheek Then take me out back And shoot me in the alley I won't speak I won't say a word I won't come back to haunt you I won't have the time

I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. It means I am... something, at least. Pretty amazing to be something, at least.

I want a man who would hate me for what I am I want a man who would leave me if I told him my Deepest and darkest secrets, like I would leave him In a situation where our positions were reversed

Do all lovers feel like they're inventing something?

I know you can hear me... You do remember my voice, don't you? Please... Take care of our son.

To be honest, I was pretty lost those first few days. Thinking back on it, it was a pretty dark time in my life. But Trucy... happy, smiling Trucy... she was my light.

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

And the dead girl leapt upon her mother And her sister And her daughter And her lover With the rage of four generations

I always want you when I'm finally fine

That's right, I can never escape my fate!! It's the same old fate that I keep on repeating! I'll die just like I always do. I'll lose my life without knowing how I'm killed. This life is nothing but a dead end. I was born to be killed in this world.

Nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first known.

Do you think love can bloom, even on a battlefield?

Should I tear my eyes out now? Everything I see returns to you, somehow Should I tear my heart out now? Everything I feel returns to you, somehow I want to save you from your sorrow

I think something's wrong with me I think something's glued down wrong, maybe permanently

Will you let me, baby Lose on losing dogs?

She wanted to tell him. Tell him that there was a world that didn't need his sacrifice to be saved. She thought that, if it was her, she should be able to do it. Because she was most proficient at lying than anyone alive, after all.

Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber? Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.

I'm a believer in fate. Otherwise I couldn't destroy it, right?

You never took away my crutch Just became it day by day Blood filling up our boots

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and know that love is as strong as death, and be on my side for ever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

You were prepared to rip open my heart and drink at its warm fountain of blood. I was still alive then. But now I will wrench open my heart and pour its blood over you. I will be satisfied if, when my own heart has ceased to beat, your breast houses new life.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

What will I do when I don't have you To hold onto in the dark?

Every 'story' in this world existed only because a reader read them.

You were almost asleep, halfway undressed I lay right down next to you Held your head against my chest And a guy with any kind of courage Would maybe stop to think the matter through Maybe hold you still and raise the question Instead of blindly holding on to you

I'm sorry that I love you It's a phase I'm going through There is nothing that I can do And I'm sorry that I love you

I’m sorry that your bright young boy is dying I know I dishonored the family name But all I ever had was my heart And I wake up a kid In a bed miles from home But I’m too old to get a new start

I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You’ll never see, but you will know. I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you.

I just want honesty I don't need much of anything else Tell me what you want me to be And I won't be anything less

Let's say we are characters of that damn Ways of Survival and everything is set! Then… why did you throw your life away for us so many times? Answer me! If we are really characters in a fictional novel, why did you die for us over and over?