“There is no need for any proof. There is no need to create any. We just have to live every second to the fullest, and the traces of the path we lived will burn into the ground. That will serve as proof of our existence.”
“Memories are, in a word, learning. And there's no shame in learning from a formidable enemy!”
“What took a very long time to build up takes mere moments to destroy. But you can always start over. Next time around, you'll do a better job.”
“Maybe nothing in this world happens by accident. As everything happens for a reason, our destiny slowly takes form...”
“Change is never easy in this world. I can't even change one friend, let alone a whole country.”
“There is no such thing as luck in this world. Rules, prerequisites, psychological states... There are any number of invisible factors that combine to produce an unpredictable, but inevitable result. The winner of each game is decided before it even begins. Chance is never a factor.”
“A great calligrapher doesn't blame the brush.”
“We will not just fade away, thought there's no way to know how long it may last. We WILL leave our mark on this world!”
“They say people can change, but is that really true? If they decide they want to fly, will they grow wings? I don't think so. You don't change yourself, you change how you do things. You have to make your own way. You have to create a way to fly, even while you stay the same.”
“Feelings aren't black and white. Even if they're fuzzy and contradictory, if they're sincere, they are what they are.”
“Family is the society that you came into contact with first; The people who influence you first. But if that first society banishes you, there will be another society that accepts you.”
“[to Szayel Aporro Grantz] Immaculate being... Was it? In this secular existence, perfection is an illusion, regardless of those who utter the contrary. This is the reality. Common man seeks it out, they strive to achieve it, as if it were some tangible thing... But... The fact of the matter is, perfection is a hollow shell. It is devoid of any substance. I spit on perfection. Perfection, after all, implies you've reached the summit. No trial and error, no ability to conceptualize. An omniscient being would have no need for such superfluous things... Am I making myself clear? For people who dabble in the sciences, such as ourselves, perfection would make us obsolete. Many magnificent things have been, and will continue to come into existence... And yet every last one of them will fall short of perfection's finish. Our function as men of science relies on their many shortcomings. Then, and only then, can we apply the fruits of our labor. To put it simply... As soon as you began spouting that nonsense about being an immaculate being... your fate was sealed. How dare you call yourself a man of science?”