“Somehow, at some point, I'd developed a serious problem. I'd started handling every single situation exactly the way it shouldn't be handled.”

“The whole point of having heroes is you can look up to people who can get away with whatever they want. Because like you said, they've always had the courage to do whatever they want. Right?”

“You don't have to do a bunch of crazy stuff to make your life complete. You just have to deal with life.”

“Please fut up, Shun,” he interrupted. “Shine, I’ll fut up.” At long last I caught a glimpse of his old smirk. “I thought you wouldn’t poke fun at my peach insteadiment,” he muttered. “But I love peaches.”

“I'm sorry, Hen. I still have feelings for you. It's just that my band needs a real bass player now. We're not a joke band anymore. Okay, sweetie?'That was how Petra Dostoyevsky fired me.”

“When we were little kids, 'friend' wasn't a verb. You didn't 'friend' someone. You had friends. It was only a noun. It didn't multitask. It was a simpler time, Hen.”

“There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.”