One of these days they'll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end.

Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

I move, therefore I am.

When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time.” - But there’s no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I’m living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.

When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream.

In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.