“People can smile even when terrified.”

“Two weird people sitting weirdly explaining weird bits of deduction was, Misora worried, a scene of overwhelming weirdosity. (pg. 87, DEATHNOTE: Another Note, The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases)”

“Essentially, people live in one of two ways. Either they live in awareness of their own worthlessness, or they live in their awareness of the worthlessness of the world. Two ways. Either you allow your value to be absorbed by the world, or you chisel away at the world's value and make it your own. Which should take precedence, the value of the world your own value?”

“Naomi Misora, are you familiar with the murder investigation going in Los Angeles as we speak?"[...]"I am not so skilled that I can keep track of all the murder investigations happening in Los Angeles.""Oh? I am."He'd returned her sarcasm with a boast.”

“Every mystery novel I ever read, the great detective was such an arrogant fuck you could replace 70% of his dialogue with 'Are you stupid?' and the conversation would still make sense.”

“Um, where are we headed now?""Heaven. Or maybe Hell. I forget.""They're totally different.""Yup, totally different. They're complete opposites. So we're bound to end up at one of them.”

“The century's greatest detective, advertised as solving every case imaginable. How great his burden must be, how much pain must he go through every single moment: past, present, and future... A burden so great it would leave you hunched over. A bitter taste in your mouth that would leave you longing for sweets.-M”