Quotes from Hideyuki Kikuchi

Transient guests are we.

Transient guests are we.

Love is so great... So why does it have to go so wrong?

Awe becomes simple fear all too easily. And when it does, what does that leave but hatred?

As he lay down, a slight sigh spilled from his thin lips. Most likely it was just his chest wound having its say. Of course, no one else would ever know for sure. D's sorrow, his joy, and his pain belonged to him alone.

Night changed the streets. It dressed them in the mourning clothes named darkness, and applied the makeup called mystery.

If that guy don't look like the loneliest thing ever. And it ain't because he's turned his back on the world. With him, everybody's happy to see him coming, but no one's sorry to see him go. And anybody who catches sight of him is bound to step aside on account of the intense scent he's got about him.

Nature takes no notice of the thoughts of men.

Impossible!' the professor said as he gazed at D in utter disbelief. He realized something for the first time - the young man before him was an entirely different form of life from himself.'This just can't be,' he stammered. 'I used the Noble's secret...to make a new race...' 'You failed', the the voice said. 'There's only ever been one success.

That's why you must go. Why you must study many things. So you can tell them, tell the people who have forgotten everything, that for better or worse, humankind has created all of these things.

The only things that merited reflection in the gorgeous young man's eyes were death and destruction—and those alone.

If there's one thing this world needs more of, it's thoughtful Nobles," the left hand jeered.

Knights who go charging after fire-breathing dragons out of some sense of duty to protect their fair maidens die in vain.

The living corpse went to the jars and began a hair-raising activity. Skillfully removing the spring-loaded cap from one and plunging its hand in, it extracted the dripping entrails, ripped open its sealed wound, and lovingly pushed inwards, shoving its intestines back into their rightful place.

Studded with black hobnails, the great iron doors made an unspoken threat that things would only get worse as they split down the middle and swung open.