The world is not beautiful: And that, in a way, lends it a sort of beauty.

Welcome to the sky, Wil.

The worse the leaders are, the more afraid they are of an armed populace.

And the forest perfume – trees and earth – it’s like incense in a shrine. You fall into a state of... prayer.

If you don’t test your limits, they get harder to reach.

生きてりると　悲しい生きていることは　悲しくない―I am alive―Living is sadBeing alive not―I am alive―

生きていると　悲しい、生きていることは　悲しくない、―I am alive―Living is sadBeing alive is not―I am alive―

So, we began our travels knowing nothing, least of all where we were going.

And the forest perfume — trees and earth — it's like incense in a shrine. You fall into a state of... prayer.

How do I die?""That's simple! You just live. All living creatures die eventually.""I see... I have to live... until I figure out how to die...""That's right. Just keep going, and your life will end before you know it. That's when death happens.