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“—Qué calentito. ¿Dónde has estado? —Trabajando. —No sabía que trabajaras. —Bueno, cada día en un sitio distinto. —Vaya... No lo sabía. —Hoy estuve vendiendo tartas frente a la estación, vestido de Papá Noel. —Papá Noel... ¿Eh? ¡¿Papá Noel?! ¡¿TÚ?! ¡JA, JA, JA! Para mí, tú eres el único Papá Noel.”

“Whereas an Otaku is a true connoisseur of the culture, showing the same reverence and respectful distance which any true expert shows to their chosen field of expertise, the Weeaboo is like a socially awkward adolescent, ineptly trying to gain the social acceptance of Japanese people — because their unfortunate mental disorder has caused them to believe they are, in fact, Japanese.”

“Young Bride had a scratch on her neck from the knife, but no other external injuries. It seemed she was killed by the shock the drunks gave her. After sixty-odd years, reliving the trauma of that fateful night was too much to bear. There was no funeral procession. She was buried on the unlucky hill on the outskirts of the village. The crickets, however, remained around her shack and continued to sing until the first snow fell.”

“Ritsu: "I’m a complete failure. At everything I do, I’m absolutely worthless. I know this, and yet I continue to burden the human race with my presence. Every day I rob the world of valuable air by breathing. I’m a thief, and I hate myself for it. I don’t deserve to exist. But even though I know it’s the right thing to do, I’m such a useless coward. I don’t even have the courage to jump!" Tohru: "No, don’t! Don’t jump! It’s okay that you don’t have that kind of courage. The important thing is you’re alive. And life hurts sometimes and sometimes it can be hard, but it won’t always be that way. There’s gotta be a reason for you to live.”

“Phoenix." Tezuka's unfinished masterpiece. "Phoenix" is the Christ of manga's ode to change... Resurrection... Since I am such a noted manga scholar, you might think my life has always been a roaring success... But the truth is that I'm forever attempting to be reborn out of the flames of my own misery and painfully obvious worthlessness.”

“When you dedicate yourself to pushing higher, you’re going to have to expect the hard times to outweigh the fun. It gets to the point where you begin to believe that if it isn’t hard, if it isn’t rough, then you aren’t giving everything you can. Yet, without any rhyme or reason, from time to time, something fun will just hit… out of nowhere. It’s that fun that keeps pulling me onward. Volleyball is fun. Every time I forget that, it comes back to remind me.”

“You say people's struggles are a game! That's totally wrong! Facing yourself no matter how tough things get... and keeping up the fight... that's what games are really about! You bet your chip of life as if it meant nothing! You lost to yourself! When you realized you were going to lose, you didn't have the courage to keep living! Listen... Real courage is protecting that chip you have in your hands... no matter what!" -Anzu to Kaiba”

“A chácara da Prima Zezé descia de platô em platô até o nível da rua. Era só comparável à de minha avó materna, em Juiz de Fora. Só que nela predominavam as mangueiras de densa sombra e os jambeiros esgalhados. Prima Zezé gostava descer com o farrancho para o meio das árvores. Palestrar chupando fruta. Vamos seu Marote! Vamos seu Pedro! Vamos subir nessas árvores e apanhar uns jambos pra gente. Ou eram mangas. Ou eram abios. Ou eram sapotis. Subíamos: alto de ver os trens passando longe, na linha da Central e na outra direção, mais longe ainda, os da Leopoldina e os minaretes de Manguinhos. Lembro da queimadura que peguei no dorso da mão só de roçar casulos vazios em que a taturana deixara o pelo venenoso depois de virar frágil borboleta. A tarde descia e subíamos para jantar sob a lâmpada amiga do lustre baixo, baixo, sobre a mesa da sala de jantar. Foi aí nessa ocasião, que ouvi Prima Zezé fazer o inventário das joias da Inhá Luísa e dizer a minha Mãe que ela fora prejudicada na partilha. Minha Mãe que não! Zezé, fora tudo muito justo… Mas Prima Zezé que absolutamente! de jeito nenhum… E enumerava os adereços, as montagens, as rivières, os sautoirs, os berloques, os oiros, as pérolas, os diamantes, as marcassitas, as pedrarias. Mudavam de assunto, passavam Juiz de Fora num crivo. Às vezes baixavam a voz, riam muito. Filhos do marido nada, Dibança! Filhíssimos do Seu Nanal da Tartaria. Isso. Esse mesmo, primo do Saninho Castro. Gente mais conhecida em Oliveira… A grande lâmpada acesa. Como calhaus, os besouros abatiam-se na brancura da toalha ou batiam no vidro do abajur. As mariposas faziam nuvem vinda da mata. A Amair trazia uma larga bacia cheia d’água onde os bichinhos se precipitavam vendo na lâmina líquida a reflexão das lâmpadas. de vez em quando um pio de mocho, tescunjuro! ou um silvo raro de locomotiva...”

“Lying... definitely isn't right. But there's no one so perfect that they only do the right thing. For instance, fighting is wrong... but I've done it, Lin Hang's done it, even Qiu Tian's done it. But it's not like we're bad people for having done some wrong things... right? In this world, having a [requited] love is rare enough... that we are one of those few... is incredibly lucky.”