You wear nice clothes, you seek respect, you make a lot of money, but what's the point? It's all pointless. Of course, this kind of meaninglessness might suit this crappy nation. But, you see, we still have emotions like joy and happiness, right? They may not mount to much. But they fill up our emptiness. That's the only explanation I have.

Hey there. Here's something familiar, a bat. Hope you like it.

I hope you fall in love with someone nice and have a good marriage. I might end up dying without knowing what it's like to be in love.

How do you know I didn't bring you out here to dispose of you in private?

Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that

We're still on the run. That's for sure. Right on. This time we're on. And we won't stop till we win.

Cowards can't be faulted for being shy. They can't be held responsible for anything.