Love at Six Thousand Degrees Quotes

“A pall falls over me. I can't even bring myself to cry. There is no madness, no hallucination, no violence. Just a vague sense of melancholy. I can't look directly into that blinding blackness. Words. Flowing out of reach. Emotions. A light that can't be looked on directly. Everything that was necessary for life is repudiated before me. I try to think. About what to say while I bear this river, this light. About whom to love. But I talk, and I love. Death and mad- ness are out of the question. Cowardice is my daily life. My everyday life is incoherent. I say things that I never thought that I would say. I confess my feelings to myself, whom I don't at all like. Every day is an opera. A nonsensical fantasy.

Sometimes, I dive into the sheets. Afraid. Afraid that one day, I will regret my everyday life. That I will despise myself for living my life like an opera. Someone sees me. A figure filled with kindness. They worry about me. They touch me through the sheets. And I want to hurt them.”
― Maki Kashimada, Love at Six Thousand Degrees

“Tears, anger, sadness. Sanity had never brought her those”
― Maki Kashimada, Love at Six Thousand Degrees

“The word passion was somehow derived from suffering? I wonder how that happened. Is a passionate person someone who has suffered? Maybe passions are a form of injury?"
"They say that joy and sorrow are both different kinds of suffering.”
― Maki Kashimada, Love at Six Thousand Degrees

“The woman realized. That they would never be able to understand each other. No matter how long they spoke in unison about their suffering, he would always stand between her and death. He would push her away from any attempt to comfortably become one with him, and force her to face life as an independent being. He had already done so. He had confronted her on that path to death, and stopped her.”
― Maki Kashimada, Europa Editions Love at Six Thousand Degrees.

“The intersection of their lives was only here in Nagasaki, only now, for this one brief instant.”
― Maki Kashimada, Europa Editions Love at Six Thousand Degrees.

“There are always bloodstains when you wrap someone's body with bandages. The same can be said for this woman. They aren't anything special. There isn't anything special about my bloodstains, about my loneliness, about my past, about the injuries and harm done to me by the men in my past. So if I were to write a novel, the protagonist would be a woman like that.”
― Maki Kashimada, Love at Six Thousand Degrees