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

Now, once again, 2 students left. But of course they're a part of you now.

Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a level far superior to Toshinori's a long time ago--and then tossed his violin into the trash.

Even if it's a lie, even if it's a dream, please turn to me.

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.

There's no end to suspicion once you get going.

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.