Coin Locker Babies Quotes

Every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down.

They don't realise that they've changed; they think it's the world that changed.

The world's worst flavor combination was mango and menthol.

There in that pool stained with green blood, he had learned two things: one was that all the pain stopped when you stopped fighting death; and the other was that as long as you could still hear your heart beating, you had to keep fighting back.

TV sounds are all the same; there's no difference between the sound of the wind in Northern Ireland and the wind on a Polynesian island.

I thought if I were beautiful enough, all my dreams would come true. But you don't steady beautiful forever; one day you wake up and it's gone, and then where are you? Dreams are made with blood and sweat and tears.

orang-orang yang tidak tahu apa yang paling mereka inginkan, pasti tidak akan mendapatkan apa pun

They don’t realize that they’ve changed; they think it’s the world that changed.

I learned two important things about the sound I was searching for: that it had to be indirect, refracted or muffled in some way; and that the sound had to give the impression that it would continue forever- the sound of someone practicing piano heard faintly from an unknown direction, or the sound of gentle rain outside a window, punctuated by drops falling on the casement.

He wakes! The steel giant wakes! Long, long ago he rose from the sea, with the blood of life streaming from his belly. And then they buried him with thunder...and...carrots...at Stonehenge. But now he wakes again. The Age of Rotten Fish is over; the Age of Steel and Bombs is upon us. And he had come to give us life and strength, to free us form these cells, to restore us once again to baseball and ping pong! Sent by God from the Great Beyond!!!

Visto desde el espacio exterior, Tokio debe parecer una gran burbuja brillante en la que no hay lugar de donde esconderse de esa luz que parece atravesar todas las barreras; el cristal más ahumado y la más gruesa de las membranas, colándose hasta la última esquina de todas las habitaciones, al último escondrijo y la última grieta, a todos los nidos de los pájaros y a toda las colmenas. No había donde correr, ningún sitio en el que no pudieran encontrarte junto a tu sombra

Todo seguía igual que cuando dio el primer grito dentro de aquel casillero. Quizás ahora el casillero era más grande; esta tenía piscina y jardín, había un grupo de gente paseándose media desnuda y se permitía tener mascotas… Sí, tenía todo tipo de tonterías: museos, cines, clínicas psiquiátricas, pero seguía siendo un enorme casillero de monedas, y por muchas capas de camuflaje que te pongas a traspasar, si es que te da por traspasarlas, al final vuelves a estamparte contra una pared.

People get chattier all the time, Anenome was thinking. They come up and start talking to you on the train, waiting in line somewhere, at the movies, in a coffee shop or at the supermarket, and if you so as much as say "boo" back, you're doomed; they go on talking forever.

Fashion is the silliest, vainest game there is, which is exactly why it's so much fun. Do you know what clothes and makeup are for? Why we put them on? It's simple: just to take them off, to have something to strip away in order to feel naked. Clothes are there to make other people think about what they can't see. But that, of course, is the great joke, because when you strip off the clothes and wash off all the makeup, what do you have? Zero, that's what. But then again, that's the fun of it, don't you think?

The illusions again! thought Anemone. It's all a mirage, is it?... Well, fine! I'm sick of water anyway, sick to death of water. I'd rather suck on this mirage, I'd rather eat sand till I'm spitting blood than drink another drop of smelly water. The whole city stinks of age and stagnation and boredom, and it makes Sachiko as sick as it does me; but she goes on listening to the same old songs, trying to keep from dying of boredom, while I'd rather puke it all out, puke up a great cloud of boredom and let it rain down all over Tokyo, rain till your lungs rot in your chest, till the streets crack and wash away and rivers of puke run between the buildings ... puke going higher and higher, the air so thick it chokes you, and mangroves sprouting from the cracks in the sidewalks... the old trees washed up by the roots, rotting in little pools to become nests for poisonous bugs, horny bugs that hatch out in swarms to creep all over you, Sachiko, like things in the worst nightmares you ever thought up in your orgies of booze and cum, to crawl over you and lay their eggs right on your skin, hatching their squirmy little babies from your rotting body. Sachiko, dear, this room is already a nursery for the creeping and crawling, and you're a rotting pusbag for them to feed on...

There in that pool stained green with blood, he had learned two things: one was that all the pain stopped when you stopped fighting death; and the other was that as long as you could still hear your heart beating, you had to keep fighting back.