Quotes by Natsuo Kirino

Friends are a weird thing. It seems like they know all about you, but then they don’t understand you at all.

In order to induce the process of decay, water is necessary. I think that, in the case of women, men are the water.

The pain of being treated like a mere object. And a sense that this pain would turn into pleasure.

In reality of everyday occurrences Ive had to submit to people in order not to lose them. Its less the submission that bothers me, I guess, than how it makes my life miserable. And what happens if I cant forgive myself for making that choice? And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself? What am I supposed to do? Conclusion: Itd be best if Im destroyed. The best thing is for me just to vanish.

If you say I hide things because Im shy, that cant be right. Ive finally realized its for a different reason-- that I dont want to see the darkness that lies in my heart

You know, she murmured, were all heading straight to hell.Yes, said Masako, giving her a bleak look. Its like riding downhill with no brakes.You mean, theres no way to stop? No, you stop all right - when you crash.

If people cant stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

As a child I first became aware that my existence had a purpose when I realized men lusted after me. And thats why I will lust forever after men. Before I even began to worry about homework or any of those school things, I began having secret liaisons with men. And it is men who give me the proof I need now to feel Im alive.

And then there was her face: her white skin, her brown eyes, and her expression, so soft and beautiful; she looked as though she were constantly getting ready to ask a question. Even an immaculately crafted doll could not have been as lovely.

The woman had gasped beneath his heavy body. He rubbed against her, lubricated by the warm, sticky liquid, but as her body gradually grew cold, he felt as though theyd been glued together. She seemed to be see-sawing between agony and ecstasy, but finally Satake pressed his lips over hers to quiet the groans-of pain or pleasure-that were leaking from her mouth. He found the hole that he had made in her side and worked his finger deep into the opening. Blood was pumping from the wound, staining their sex a gruesome crimson. He wanted to get further inside, to melt into her. As he was about to come, he pulled his lips from her and she whispered in his ear: Im finished . . . finished. I know, hed said, and he could still hear the exact sound of his own voice.