Any questions?" "Ya why do your drawings suck so bad?

Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks... Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading. So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks... Lets us sparkle brightly, Always.

If it's me, it would be a waste not to dance no matter what.

Ikkaku: Rescue her? How many of you are here? Seven? Maybe eight? Ichigo: Five people and a cat

Live well, Ichigo. Live well, age well, go bald well, and die after me. And... if you can, die smiling.

Remember this well. There are two kind of fights. As long as we place ourselves in battle, we must always know the difference: fights to defend life... and fights to defend pride.

Death is not goodbye.

If I were the rain. . . that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle. . . Would I be able to bind two hearts together?

Noooo, there’s no way I, a mere handsome and sexy shopkeeper, could possibly have bankai!

We think a flower on a cliff is beautiful Because we stop our feet at the cliff's edge Unable to step out into the sky Like that fearless flower --Sosuke Aizen,Flower on the Precipice

Before facing you enemy, you must first face yourself.

Thanks to Karen Connelly who read earlier versions of this manuscript and to Ronald Hatch my editor and publisher.

An answer gone unanswered will be answered in a parallel universe. Existence is classified in unrecorded dimensions.

Why do we believe one stranger and not another?

I do have a sense of displacement as constant instability — the uninterrupted existence of everything that I love and care about is not guaranteed at all. I wait for catastrophes.

[Our understanding is] not intellectual, but instinctive.

Your ability to work with others on a complex task is a critical skill for advancement at work.

Is virtue raised by culture, or self-sown?

I do indeed write on the road. My laptop goes with me everywhere.

For he who gives no fuel to fire puts it out, and likewise he who does not in the beginning nurse his wrath and does not puff himself up with anger takes precautions against it and destroys it.

Thirstily he set it to his lips, and as its cool refreshment began to soothe his throat, he thanked Heaven that in a world of much evil there was still so good a thing as ale.