“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.”
“Old age is not a myth. The government charges you to live and despite back handed promises will not re pay you your own money until you die or retire. Really? What's in your wallet? Money I hope...”
“Myths are lies; but I believe in the power of myths the way I believe in rocks.”
“Myth: Vampires have no reflection.Truth: That's silly. HOw would you check your makeup?”
“But a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn't otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.”
“It's very healing,' he said, 'to tell yourself your own story as though you were reciting a myth.”