Scared isn’t a good excuse! …Scared is the excuse everyone has always used

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn’t bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn’t bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn’t even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn’t bear not to.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

You mean, the thoughts in our heads can turn into living beings?

But still, way back in a corner of his mind, there was that ‘what if’. What if it were true? …And as long as there was that risk, no matter how hard his mind worked, his body was going to refuse.

Somewhere, there’s this vortex of evil energy. I know. It makes me feel… nostalgic.

Scared? Au contraire, my friend. It’s kind of exciting to have a deadline, isn’t it? The penalty is death. Fantastic. It’s no fun playing if you’re not willing to bet your life on the outcome.

At seventeen Tomoko didn’t know what true terror was. But she did know that there were fears that grew in the imagination of their own accord.

I don’t know, sometimes I think I’ve got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.

In this game we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.

There’s emotion…Deep emotion but you are only on the shore of it, still near the surface, while it is waiting to pull you under.

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

Everyone dies…All of us, whosoever, must die sometime.