For a long time I had not approached the forbidden fruit called happiness, but it was now tempting me with a melancholy persistence. I felt as though Sonoko were an abyss above which I stood poised.

if the world changed, i could not exist, and if i changed, the world could not exist

Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.

It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

Actually the action called a kiss represented nothing more for me than some place where my spirit could seek shelter.

...of all the kinds of decay in this world, decadent purity is the most malignant.