Someday I'm going to marry someone like my mom and I'll be smiling all the time the way my Mom and Dad are.

I just didn't want to be a loser anymore... -Mitsuko Souma

Now, once again, 2 students left. But of course they're a part of you now.

To memorize something,it's best to write it down.

Now there's the Niida we all know and loathe.

By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.

Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.

You all have your own distinct personal backgrounds. Of course some of you come from rich families, some from poor families. But circumstances beyond your control like that shouldn’t determine who you are. You must all realize what you’re worth on your own.

We're still on the run. That's for sure. Right on. This time we're on. And we won't stop till we win.

But I'm willing to take a chance on believing there has to be a way. All I need is someone to believe with me.

Hey there. Here's something familiar, a bat. Hope you like it.

Loving someone always requires you to not love others.

She looked up at the sky, now tinged with orange. Please live. Talk, think, act. And sometimes listen to music... She stopped briefly. Look at paintings, allow yourself to be moved. Laugh a lot, and at times, cry. And if you find a wonderful girl, then you go for her, and love her.

Even if it's a lie, even if it's a dream, please turn to me.

I hope you fall in love with someone nice and have a good marriage. I might end up dying without knowing what it's like to be in love.

You wear nice clothes, you seek respect, you make a lot of money, but what's the point? It's all pointless. Of course, this kind of meaninglessness might suit this crappy nation. But, you see, we still have emotions like joy and happiness, right? They may not mount to much. But they fill up our emptiness. That's the only explanation I have.

Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a level far superior to Toshinori's a long time ago--and then tossed his violin into the trash.