Strange combination, isn't it--gratitude and resentment? But this is the way I think. Actually, I think everybody thinks that way. Even the children of the humans who died long ago, I think they lived their lives holding similar contradictory thoughts about their parents. They were raised to learn about love and death, and they lived out their lives passing from the sunny spots to the shady spots of this world.

The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.

Tobacco kills a lot of people, but cigarette vending machines are killing that woman by stealing her job.

I want to have her hands..!Morino's hands...

There are people who kill, and people who get killed.

What I saw there was my own death.

I'm not gonna die alone, no way! He will never allow it!

My relationship with him was defined by these complex emotions, this mixture of gratitude and resentment.

Morino: What does the kidnapper do with those things?Yuka: Those things?Morino: You know, the stinky things with four legs that make a lot of