“I thought about my death. It was not just a matter of stopping. It would be a parting from all there was in this world, even a parting from myself. And this would still be true no matter how much… — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
“My relationship with him was defined by these complex emotions, this mixture of gratitude and resentment.” — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss. Love and death are not different… — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
“This is your grave." "Grave? You've got to be kidding. I'm still alive." "Burying dead people isn't as much fun," Saeki said, feeling this… — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
“Right, let's go rope shopping. You should buy some rope or cord yourself; it might come in handy. You might need it when you… — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
“The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.” — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
“I thought about my death. It was not just a matter of stopping. It would be a parting from all there was in this… — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
When I can't sleep, I always wrap something around my neck and close my eyes and imagine myself being strangled to death. Then I… — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
Strange combination, isn't it--gratitude and resentment? But this is the way I think. Actually, I think everybody thinks that way. Even the children of… — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
“Love and death are not different things, they are the front and back of the same thing” — Otsuichi Copy Share Image
