“Shinji slowly fell forward onto his face. Debris bounced up on impact. It took less than thirty seconds for the rest of his body to die. The memento of his beloved uncle--the earring worn by the woman he loved--was now stained with the blood running down Shinji's left ear, reflecting the glow from the red flames of the farm building. And so the boy known as the Third Man, Shinji Mimura, was dead.” MenBodyRunningFacesDiesLeftKnownBoysBloodBuildingRedEarsThirdsImpactBelovedFlamesThirtyFarmsSecondsWornUnclesReflectingDebrisEarringsMemento Author:Koushun Takami
“Takako looked into Hiroki's eyes and grinned. "You've become quie a stud." "And...you're the most stylin' girl in the world." Takako smiled faintly. She wanted to thank him, but she was out of breath. She just stared at Hiroki's eyes. She was grateful. At least she wasn't going to die alone. The last person to stay with her ended up being Hiroki. And she was grateful. She really was.” WorldPersonsEyeWantedLastsDiesGirlBreathsGratefulStuds Author:Koushun Takami
“Kazuhiko could have taken his gun and aimed it at the person behind them. But Sakura wouldn't want that. What she wanted was to leave this world quietly before they got sucked into this horrible massacre. Nothing was more important to him than her. There was no room for compromise. If this were what her trembling soul wanted, then he would follow her. Had he been more eloquent he might have described his feelings as something like, "I'm going to die for her honor." Their two bodies danced in the air beyond the cliff, their hands still clasped together, the black sea under them.” IfsWorldWantPersonsStillsTwoImportantSoulFeelingsBodyHandsMightWantedTogetherDiesBlackRoomsBehindsTakenAirSeaThis WorldHonorGunHorribleCompromiseCliffsTremblingEloquentMassacres Author:Koushun Takami
