In the midst of that empty space – the shadow smiled.

I don’t believe in god. There’s no proof he exists. In a world where there isn’t even proof of the future, the past exists. Even if it’s tainted with misunderstandings and delusions, if the people themselves believe in it, the past is the truth to them. And, if you base your actions or your life around it, in a way, it’s a type of god itself.

You learned how to see what’s good and bad about the world. You should be happy about that. If you still say you changed, then – just change back. Water might freeze, but it’ll melt again someday. People can change, too.

Maybe there’s no limit to the kind of extraordinary things I can experience here.

A true nerd knows the difference between 2-D and 3-D, and chooses 2-D every frickin’ time!

Shinra’s father was an abnormal man.

This is a twisted, twisted tale. A tale of twisted love.

What are words, anyway? Right, words are beauty itself! Polish ‘em up enough, and just hearin’ ’em can touch your very soul.

There’s no such thing as a limit on being the best. You can always go for more. That’s what it means to be human. No... That’s what it means to be me. – Claire Stanfield.

All right. Then I’ll begin... It’s the tale of a man who drank the demon’s liquor and gained immortality. That miserable man’s lonely, lonely yarn. The stage is Prohibition-era New York. It’s the story of the peculiar destiny surrounding the death sudden appearance of the liquor of immortality and of the spiral of people who found themselves drawn into it...