We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.

How could I know a famished heart will eat its mind? Can kill its body?

False modesty can be worse than arrogance.

Often I think boys don’t become men. Boys just get papier-mâchéd inside a man’s mask. Sometimes you can tell the boy is still in there.

Two people who are a little bit deluded in each other's favour. That's what love is, isn't it?

If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and not a chaos of slippages and blunders.

- This isn't an interrogation or a trail. Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. -Truth is singular. It's 'versions' are mistruths.