Ryohgo Narita

If you want to reach the non-everyday, you__l either have to move somewhere else or get into more __nderground_ things. But once you step into that world, it__l only take about three days for that to seem normal, too. If you truly want to continue escaping from everyday life, you__e no other choice but to keep evolving. No matter whether you__e aiming higher or lower. Enjoy each day for what it is

Shizuo Heiwajima, the strongest man in Ikebukuro: "I just want the ability to control myself. That's the kind of strength I want.

For us, the playground of fiction is just as important as reality

If reality is as equally valuable as fiction, then you should just chalk up the parts of the past you don__ need to your imagination

Reality is such a pain. Those of us who were fed up with that kind of reality decided to remake it. We__ set up a partition, separate what__ important to us from what was trash, put only the things we loved on our side, and got rid of the rest.

Idiot.People say that those who call others idiots are the real idiots. I don't care if I'm an idiot, so I'll call you one. Idiot! You should have told me this earlier! Okay, he's dead! I'm gonna kill him for sure. He's totally dead, guaranteed! -ShizuoWell, no. I'm the Headless Rider! I'm totally fine. -CeltyNo, no, no. That's not even the problem here! If he pulled a blade on you, that's instant death. Gonna kill him...-ShizuoWhat about your job? Aren't you on a break right now? -CeltyI don't give a shit. -ShizuoCome on. I'm not going to let you get fired because of me. Besides, I still need more information to track him down. I'll make the preparations, so just wait for now. -CeltyFine. But try to make it quick. Gonna kill him...

All right. Then I'll begin... It's the tale of a man who drank the demon's liquor and gained immortality. That miserable man's lonely, lonely yarn. The stage is Prohibition-era New York. It's the story of the peculiar destiny surrounding the death sudden appearance of the liquor of immortality and of the spiral of people who found themselves drawn into it...

You must liberate your mind of such dogmatic ideals, rid yourself of this unending illusion that stories have clear beginnings and endings. Stories never begin, nor do they end. They are comprised of people living an endless cycle of interacting, influencing each other, and parting ways. As long as stories are told they should not have clear endings.

I can't bring myself to trust you. But even if you were to betray me, and even if you were to become my enemy... would it be okay for me to love? Could you... let me love you?