“You know what I'm afraid of? That God is sick of us.”

“But then what do you do?""I pray for strength."The words were simple, straightforward. Josef pushed against the floor with one foot and the swing moved back and forth, cradling us."And then you're not afraid anymore?""No," he replied. "Then I am still afraid. But then I know that God knows I'm afraid, and that is what makes the difference.”

“You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family.”

“Shigure: "That's lovely. She’s so... how shall I say it? By putting it into words I'm afraid the nobility of it all would only be obscured."Yuki: "Of what?"Shigure: "You know, she's so spunky!"Kyo: "You sick bastard!”

“I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I will compete — that's what scares me. That's why I quit the Theatre Department. Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.”

“What are you afraid of?I'm afraid of not recognizing Paradise.”