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.

You're so kind, Kazuhiko. That's what I like about you." I like you, too. I love you so much." If he weren't so inarticulate, Kazuhiko could have said so much more. How much her expression, her gentle manner, her pure untainted soul meant to him. How important, in short, her existence was to him. But he wasn't able to put into words. He was only a third-year student in junior high, and worst yet, composition was one of his worst subjects.

‎"Someday I'm going to marry someone like my mom and I'll be smiling all the time the way my Mom and Dad are.

Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.

To memorize something,it's best to write it down.

Hurry and you can have the big crybaby for first kill.

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.