In Japan, artists and fans are rather far apart from each other.

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.

Her laughter was my favorite symphony.

It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.

Pick my left pocket of its silver dime but spare the right-it holds my golden time!

We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images. Abstract art will have been good for one thing: to restore its exact virginity to figurative art.

A thriller becomes great when it carries a feeling of reality and truth.

The essence of cross-cultural communication has more to do with releasing responses than with sending messages. It is more important to release the right response than to send the right message.

What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.

When kids hit one year old, it's like hanging out with a miniature drunk. You have to hold onto them. They bump into things. They laugh and cry. They urinate. They vomit.

It's usually easier for me to begin writing in a character's voice if that person is different from me in some significant way.

I'm really nervous, because it's actually happening. You forget after a while when you start talking about something that it's actually going to happen.