“Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Maybe it had just been casual for him, and I wouldn't even have to tell him it couldn't happen again. After all, the man was a couple hundred years older than me and a former gigolo. I certainly hadn't robbed him of his virginity.”

“I even had this idea that the knife stopped working, that after a certain time it just stops working for you, when your number is up. I thought maybe it was me who had done it. That I killed him just by growing older, and being ready to replace him.”

“Mom, this is Annette. Back in the seventeen hundreds when Bones was a gigolo, she used to pay him to fuck her, but after more than two hundred years for banging him, now they're just good friends." p”

“I had been so worried about him not wanting me that I hadn't stopped to know if I really wanted him--if he was right for me.”

“I’ve lost someone, too,” he reminded her.“It’s not the same!” She squeezed the bridge of her nose, trying to stifle her tears. “I was so mean to him. I quit the piano! I blamed him for everything, and I didn’t say more than a few words to him for three years! Three years! And I can’t get those years back.But maybe if I hadn’t been so angry, he might not have gotten sick. Maybe I caused that extra… stress that did all this. Maybe it was me!”

“I couldn't save Kataoka."If I loved him, I had to grant him his last wish."So I told him what he wanted to hear."I said, 'No, you're no longer human.'"I hadn't been able to say anything.I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't understand a word of what Miu was telling me."Kataoka smiled kindly."Like he was thanking me."Then he jumped off the roof."Osamu Dazai and I killed him.”