“You walked into this village with a thunder tiger beside you. You have slain demons with your own hands. Are the old myths really that hard to believe? 'They wouldn't be myths otherwise, would they?' 'Then have a care, Yukiko-chan,' Daichi smiled. 'Keeping the company of the last arashitora in Shima sounds like an excellent way to become a myth yourself.”
“FEATHERS GROW BACK.... SISTERS DO NOT.”
“A conscience is easier to swallow on an empty belly, simpler to swing with a broken wrist”
“He's probably out there in the hallway right now, composing bad poetry in his head." Michi cleared her throat, her voice taking on a breathless lilt:"Pale Fox's Daughter,Her cherry lips haunt my dreams.Something, something, breasts...”
“Each of you must decide where you stand. All we ask is that you refuse to kneel. You are the people. You have the power. Open your eyes. Open your minds. Then close the fingers on your hand.”
“Our troubles are but mayflies, rising and falling between the turn of dawn and dusk. And then they are gone to the houses of memory, you and I will remain, Yukiko.”