Quotes returned by "&rdic;"
You're wrong. It's not the world that's messed up; it's those of us in it. Yes, some ghouls walk a path that leaves sorrow in their wake, but just like humans, we can choose a different path altogether. We have a lot to learn, both your kind and mine. We need to stop fighting, and start talking. Because when it comes to the state of the world, you can't point your finger at ghouls or humans. We're all to blame.
Books are nice, aren't they? With just one sentence you can get lost in all sorts of dreams. They way I think of it, literature allows the reader's consciousness to deeply relish the author and be closer to him. And so, we freely walk around the world of the story from the yarn spinner's point of view. It's only when you immerse yourself in the world of a book that you are able to forget just who you are.
After you've gobbled him down you'd be left alone to regret it while covered in blood and guts. That's the hunger of a ghoul. That's our destiny.
All we can do is live while losing things.
As my fingers and toes re-grew like fingernails or hair over and over and over and over... and over again, every single time I got the feeling that I truly, truly truly was a monster.
Never trust anyone too much, remember the devil was once an angel.
As long as it's for the right cause, there's nothing wrong with playing dirty.
We can only live while we lose.
Why should I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?
If an angelic being fell from the sky and tried to live in this world of ours, I think even they would commit many wrongs.
I led me by the hand, as if to fill the niches in the memories in my oozing brain fluid. Without even a destination, we kept walking. Disgusting clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.
The bird fights it's way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born, must first destroy a world.
I know I haven't always made the right decisions up to now... Whether I was right, or whether I was wrong, may not even matter in the first place. However, running up against my sins like this-- all of the choices I've made up to this point-- today, being able to die for someone-- is something I'm glad for...
There's no way someone who can't even protect himself can protect anyone else, is there?
I was wrong. I wasn't eating ghouls. I'm the one who was being eaten.
Human relationships are chemical reactions. If you have a reaction then you can never return back to your previous state of being.
Whose fault is it that things ended up like this? Coincidence? An accident? Fate? There's no such thing as fate. It's simply a combination of one circumstance and the next. And who is it that creates those circumstances? Who is it? It's you.
All suffering in the world is born from an individual's incompetence.
We're always trying to justify our actions with ideals. But ideals cannot give grounds for killing another person. The act of taking a life will always be considered... evil. You think something like that would hurt, after all I've been through?