Bungo Stray Dogs Quotes

I always lose the things I don’t want to lose the most. That’s why I don’t feel anything anymore. The moment you get your hands on something worth going after, you lose it. That’s just how things are. There is nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging

This story is not for people who are good at living. In this world, there exist people who are so good at living that they do not need a "story" at all. They are the ones who think stories are, after all, just a pastime for your hobbies, that they are not necessary for life, and therefore it is a waste to spend money on such things. I did not assume such people to be my readers from the beginning. I cut them off. On the other hand, there are certainly people who need stories like oxygen still. I always hope that Bungo Stray Dogs will become the oxygen for such people. They are the "lost ones" that Dazai talked about.

Even Dazai had forgotten to breathe as he watched the storm that was Chuuya decimate the battlefield.

It's strange… I don't feel even the least bit cold… The world I thought was so cold… Paul… Did you feel…this warmth in the end…as well…?

You could shine a light in Dazai’s left ear and see it come out the right.

Bungo Stray Dogs was made for people who are not good at living

Night will fall, and morning will break... Spring will come, then autumn. Everything happens in halves: Plants grow; then they wither away. Animals produce offspring, then perish... becoming the soil that we live on. I've gradually learned over time that nature works in halves like that. When something awful happens -- like a storm or mudslide -- it sometimes feels like the bad stuff is never going to end. But nature is both the good and the bad. That's what it means to live.

Chuuya… Can I…ask you…a favor? […] Live. There is no longer…any way of knowing…who you are or where you came from. But even if…you are but a pattern…etched on the surface of raw power…you are you. Nothing changes that…because all people, all humanity…their brains and flesh…are nothing more than patterns—beautiful patterns…upon the material world…

This is the only world in which he lives and writes novels. I can't let a world like that disappear.

If that was life, the fated cost for living and breathing in this world, then this is vengeance... Revenge for having ever been born.

that’s just how it is.

It wouldn't have mattered what side you were on because anything that I never want to lose is always lost. This is how it's always been for me. Everything worth want is lost the moment I obtain it. And nothing I pursue is worth the cost of prolonging this life, this suffering.

[…] I thought that. I was close to death and violence—close to people giving in to their urges and desires, then I would be able to see the inner nature of humankind up close. I thought if I did that…” Dazai paused before continuing, “… I would be able to find something—a reason to live.

You were so talented. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

I land a roundhouse kick to the back of Dazai’s head, knocking him against the wall and rendering him unconscious.

The other detectives’ free-spirited work style was always a cause of anxiety for a stickler for infallible business operations like Kunikida. [...] Kenji, who would suddenly disappear after saying his cow went into labor…