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“I couldn't stop thinking how this guy has probably never had a chance to think about anything that actually matters. (…) Just like we're victims, they could be victims of something bigger than any of us. (…) Same way that I learned from what they've done to me, I think they need to learn, but not from me. It has to be a consequence of their own actions.”

"Hey, everybody. Know the things you always make fun of Kojima for? Guess what? They all serve a purpose. (…) That's what it feels like for Kojima to look the way she does. I know it might seem weird, but if photos and letters can mean that much, if you can admit how much they mean to you, is it really so strange that being dirty could do the same thing for someone else? We all see the world in our own way."

"The other kids, the rest of our class, they don't understand anything. They have no idea what anything means. They don't know how they make other people feel, and they've never stopped to think about other people's pain. They're just following along, doing what everyone else is doing. (…) Being dirty can mean something, too. But the other kids, they'll never understand that. Know what I mean?"

"But it isn't meaningless. When it's all over, we'll reach a place, somewhere or something we could never reach without having gone through everything we've gone through.”

"We'll understand some things while we're alive and some after we die. But it doesn't really matter when it happens. What matters is that all the pain and all the sadness have meaning.”

“Was I afraid of getting hurt? If that was it, if that was what was haunting me, why couldn't I stand up to him? What does it mean to be hurt? When they bullied me and beat me up, why couldn't I do anything but obey them? What does it mean to obey? Why was I scared? Why? What does it mean to be scared? No matter how much I thought about it, I wasn't going to find an answer.”

Maybe I would kill myself like that kid from TV, or maybe someone else would kill me first. Maybe I was already dead. These ideas flooded my mind to the point where I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I was numb with a mix of fear and nausea.”

“At times like these, I tried hard to believe that just like summer had an end, the school year and every other year would have an end, and so would the bullying that was ruining my life. But I'd be lying if I told you that I felt any better.”

“I knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer.”

“Without school, I could get by without seeing anyone or being seen by anyone. It was like being a piece of furniture in a room that nobody uses. I can't express how safe it felt never being seen. I knew the peace could never last, but it was immensely comforting to know that, if I never left my room, no one in the world could lay a finger on me.”

"When you feel like everything's falling apart, or feel like things are too good to be true," I said, "when things get that way, you can cut my hair. Instead of cutting up the junk mail or whatever when nobody else is home. Just let me know, and you can cut it, whenever you want."

"Something really painful happened to them. Something really, really sad. But know what? They made it through. That's why they can live in perfect harmony. After everything, after all the pain, they made it here. It looks like a normal room, but it's really Heaven.“

"People are different, though," she said softer still. "Sometimes you can't see the scars. But there's a lot of pain, I think." After that, she was quiet.

“That thing you said earlier," Kojima finally said. "I think I know what you mean. When a desk or a vase gets scratched, it doesn't show you how it's hurting.
"Because desks and vases don't use words?" I asked.
"Is that what you mean?"
"I don't know, maybe. More like, desks and vases probably don't get hurt," Kojima said, "Even when they're broken. she added softly.”

“If you really think about it," Kojima said, "it's kind of stupid. Human beings are the only ones talking all the time and making problems and everything.”

“She said that if it hurt so bad I should have cried. I told her that in my opinion hurting and crying were different things.”

“Know what's funny about letters? Unless you beg the person who you sent them to, you never get to read the letters you wrote again. Isn't that weird? Anyway, I'm taking excellent care of your letters, just in case you ever want to know what you sounded like when you were fourteen.”

“Nails are nothing. You cut nails with clippers. I like scissors. I mean, you saw what I did at school, didn't you? I didn't cut everything to pieces. I only snipped the ends. And I was careful. Everything exactly the same length. It would be a waste if I'd cut things up so badly that they couldn't be used. I don't want to be wasteful."

“At home, I usually cut paper and stuff like that, but it's never enough. It's safe, though. Still, cutting paper doesn't really do much for me. I throw it out as soon as I'm done. But what really feels good to cut, or, you know, the stuff that really works, you can't just throw away. it comes from things that are, you know, way more absolute, or like, important."

“I mean, I almost never feel like everything's okay, but just because most of my life feels wrong doesn't mean that's how I want it to be. There's a part of me that doesn't feel like anything is wrong or okay. Just normal. That's the part of me I like, the normal part."

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“As soon as he realized it was Karo-chan bawling, he felt an invisible hand slap his cheek, and in a flash, understood that not everyone's brain works in the same way.”

“The yearly ritual of measuring children's height had been abolished. Kids should be left to curve and bend as much as they liked. While playing freely like puppies, each child could develop the particular kind of strength he or she needed.”

“With children like this having children of their own, it was no wonder the world was full of children.”