The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
So beautiful... I can see hell.
Resignation is what kills people. Once they’ve rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.
No matter how many stones you throw at the water’s surface, no matter how much you step on a shadow, the water’s surface does not disappear, the shadow does not disappear.
Humans don’t see what they don’t want to see. No one wants to be put down. That’s why people do nothing even when they do know something is happening.
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
Giving up is what kills people.
There is only one quality that makes humans truly human and that is their will.
Isn’t the act of calling everyone a fool left and right the indication of a true fool?
Everything in this world is about conflict because this is the kind of world that humans are born into.
When a human’s tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.
He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale’d been good.
Heaven no longer exists, nor does the earth.
The ones who destroy monsters have always been humans.
In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.
Beautiful night, isn’t it, Police Girl? It’s especially beautiful if you’re a bloodsucker.