“You're wrong. It's not the world that's messed up; it's those of us in it. Yes, some ghouls walk a path that leaves sorrow in their wake, but just like humans, we can choose a different path altogether. We have a lot to learn, both your kind and mine. We need to stop fighting, and start talking. Because when it comes to the state of the world, you can't point your finger at ghouls or humans. We're all to blame.”
“Never trust anyone too much, remember the devil was once an angel.”
“As my fingers and toes re-grew like fingernails or hair over and over and over and over... and over again, every single time I got the feeling that I truly, truly truly was a monster.”
“I was wrong. I wasn't eating ghouls. I'm the one who was being eaten.”
“Human relationships are chemical reactions. If you have a reaction then you can never return back to your previous state of being.”
“My severe injuries had healed and the sweet taste of blood coated my mouth. I kept walking, my goal vague...trying to dispel the building unease in my chest... Upon entering an open area was the scent of rotting flowers and in the middle of the flowerbed, he stood... Without anyone saying a thing, without his name given, like an unsolved puzzle falling into place by itself, just by seeing that figure, I--understood exactly who I faced. The CCG's reaper. The undefeated ghoul investigator. A cold, vivid gaze. There, stood the God of Death. Why was it that I was seeing beauty in death rather than life? Strangely, I thought he was beautiful... Disoriented, I had failed to comprehend the scene before my eyes. It was not anything like flowers but a large amount of "Death". Had he done this alone?... It's a lie... Koma...Irimi...After all that... No matter how I tried to rouse my will to fight with hatred, more than sorrow, more than rage, the emotion that arose within me was despair. Because 'my turn' was next.”
“You think something like that would hurt, after all I've been through?”
“Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?”
“It's better to be hurt than to hurt others. Nice people can be happy with just that.”
“If you were to write a story with me in the lead role, it would certainly be... a tragedy.”
“What's wrong isn't me, what's wrong is the world!”
“I led me by the hand, as if to fill the niches in the memories in my oozing brain fluid. Without even a destination, we kept walking. Disgusting clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.”