“I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.”

“I believe how you looked was supposed to mean, something graver, more substantial: I'd gaze at my poor face and think, "It's still not there." Apparently I still do. What isn't there? Beauty? Not likely. Wisdom? Less. Is how we live or try to live supposed to embellish us? All I see is the residue of my other, failed faces. But maybe what we're after is just a less abrasive regard: not "It's still not there," but something like "Come in, be still.”

“Chase asks her what time the appointment is booked for. Rachel says, "It's at 11:30 or midnight. He's supposed to call to confirm." She checks her cell. "But I want to be there early." she says."Why?""Just to be on the safe side.""There isn't one, Rachel.”

“Asami: ...Why'd you chase after me? It's not like you care about me!!Yoh: Well that's true. But, things would be more complicated if I didn't chase after you.”

“A doll with skin like that isn't going to mess it up with a revolver shot. [...] Revolvers are meant for crocodile-skins like ours.”

“Chase after the truth like all hell and you’ll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails.”