“Curse you, cheap beer. Must find miso in tiny packet.”

“I just inhaled kimchi ramen. Nose on fire. Next chapter may be obscured by tears.”

“Every choice has a consequence, every consequence another choice. Little agonies waiting to be embraced. Only the moment before the choice really weighs anything. Very heavy moments, exploding into nothing.”

“I'm Canadian, so I'm an expert at mundane fatalism.”

“Curse you tiny Rikuo-Sama!”

“there's always something in miso soup”

“as souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven”