Kenji Kishimoto Quotes

I am going to MURDER YOU—” “No,” he says, pointing at me as he shifts backward again. “Bad Juliette. You don’t like to kill people, remember? You’re against that, remember? You like to talk about feelings and rainbows—

Hey, um, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a friend of mine," he says. "Have you seen her? She's a tiny little thing, cries a lot, spends too much time with her feelings-" "Shut up, Kenji!" "Oh wait!" he says. "It is you.

Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, J, but I am not Bruce Lee.” “Who’s Bruce Lee?” “Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.” “Why? Was he a friend of yours?” “You know what,” he says, “just stop. Just—I can’t even talk to you right now.

I do want you," I say to him, my voice shaking. "I want you so much it scares me.

Have you ever been in love?" I ask, turning on my side to look at him. He stares up at the sky. Blinks a few times. "Nope." I roll back, disappointed. "Oh." "This is so depressing." Kenji says. "Yeah" "We suck." "Yeah.

So that's it?" Kenji says. "You just like him for his personality, huh?" "What?" "All of this," Kenji says, waving a hand in the air, "has nothing to do with him being all sexy and shit and him being able to touch you all the time?" "You think Warner is sexy?" "That is not what I said.

I'm not falling for Warner," I say quietly. "Sure you aren't." "I'm not," I insist. "I'm just-- I don't know." I sigh. "I don't know what's happening to me." "They're called hormones.

Can you, like, see invisible people, too?" "No," Warner says to him, eyes focused in front of him. "I can feel your presence. Hers, most of all." "Really?" Kenji says. "That's some weird shit. What do I feel like? Peanut butter?" Warner is unamused.

I'm having a panic attack, you inconsiderate ass.

One day," I say to him, "you'll realize that Warner is not as crazy as you think he is." "Yeah." Kenji says. "Or maybe one day we'll be able to reprogram that chip in your head." "Shut up.

You know, I can sort of control it now," I tell him, beaming. "I can moderate my strength levels." "Good for you. I'll buy you a balloon the minute the world stops shitting on itself.

Kenji clears his throat. "Hey--guys? Your loin passion is grossing out the little ones.

Go to hell, Kishimoto.” “I'm right behind you, bro.” He winks at me.

I'm here for you kid. That's what friends are for.

When are you putting me down?" he counters, no longer amused. "I mean, I've got an excellent view of your ass from here, but if you don't mind me staring -" I drop him without thinking. "Goddammit, Juliette - what the hell -" "How's the view from down there?" I stand over his splayed body, arms crossed over my chest. "I hate you.

But it’s my wedding day,” she says. “And I have nothing to wear.” “You’re right.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m going to kill him.

I'm not trying to get you to sleep with me. I just literally had to lie down. Thank you for appreciating my face. I've always thought I had an underappreciated face. - Kenji

Tangled is not a cartoon. Tangled is one of the greatest movies of all time. It's about fighting for freedom and true love.

Men are always so baffled by women’s clothing. So many opinions about a body that does not belong to them. Cover up, don’t cover up - no one can seem to decide.

I don't think you should treat me like this, like I'm some idiot nothing, just because I don't know how to be a douchebag. - Kenji

Have you ever heard of Blue Streak?" I blink at him. "That's the name of a movie?" "Romeo Must Die? Bad Boys? Rush Hour? Rush Hour 2? Rush Hour 3? Actually, Rush Hour 3 wasn't that great. Tangled? "That last one, I believe, is a cartoon about a girl with very long hair, inspired by the German fairy tale Rapunzel." Kenji looks like he might be choking. "A cartoon?" he says, outraged. "Tangled is not a cartoon. Tangled is one of the greatest movies of all time. It's about fighting for freedom and true love.

He destroyed her dress the night before our wedding. Like a monster. I’m going to murder him.

I'm sure he is fine," Kenji is saying to me. "He probably just got hung up doing whatever it is he's doing. You know, commandering and shit." "Commandering isn't a word." "It has letters, doesn't it? Sounds like a word to me.

I have a pretty spectacular face.

I don't have the time, the energy, or the interest to deal with your problems.

I'm not dramatic, okay? My presence just commands a certain kind of attention.” - Kenji Kishimoto

What reason would you have to be afraid of Warner? He’s such a nice guy. Loves children. Big talker. Oh, and bonus: He no longer murders people professionally. No, now murdering people is just a fulfilling hobby.

I cling to him, wishing I could ease his pain. I wish I could take his burdens and make them mine. "It's weird, isn't it?" he says. "What is?" "If we were naked right now, I'd be dead." "Shut up," I say, laughing against his chest. We're both wearing long sleeves, long pants. As long as my face and hands don't touch his skin, he's perfectly safe. "Well, it's true." "In what alternate universe would I ever be naked with you?" "I am just saying," he says. "Shit happens. You never know." "I think you need a girlfriend." "Nah," he says. "I just need a hug from my friend." I lean back to look at him. Try to read his eyes. "You're my best friend, Kenji. You know that, right?" "Yeah, kid." He grins at me. "I do. And I can't believe I got stuck with your skinny ass.

You're my best friend, Kenji. You know that, right?" "Yeah, kid." He grins at me. "I do. And I can't believe I got stuck with your skinny ass.

you got problems,BOO FREAKIN HOO

Can't look at you." "Too pretty.

Back to work. And this time, focus. You’re not an ape. Don’t just throw your shit everywhere.

So I take a deep breath. Step forward. Let go. 10 seconds and I'm trying to breathe 9 And I'm trying to be brave 8 But the truth is I'm scared out of my mind 7 And I have no idea what's waiting for me behind that door 6 And I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a heart attack 5 But I can't turn back now 4 Because there it is 3 The door is right in front of me 2 All I have to do is knock 1 Butthe door flies open first.

It's incredible how someone can look so right and feel so wrong. Kent is a lucky bastard.

I'm not dramatic, okay? My presence just commands a certain kind of attention.

It's always 'Shut up, Kenji.' 'Go to sleep, Kenji.' 'No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.' When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked.

With her, it’s different. I never even realized just how much I was missing until we really got to know each other. She lets me talk. She doesn’t rush me. She doesn’t tell me to calm down or feed me bullshit lines or tell me everything will be fine. When I’m trying to get things off my chest she doesn’t make the conversation about her or her own problems. She understands. I can tell. She doesn’t have to say a word. I can look into her eyes and know she gets it. She gives a shit about me in a way no one else ever has.

I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my life, but I never thought I’d have the pleasure of seeing Kishimoto shut his mouth for longer than five minutes.

Come on, bro, we have to get out of here— This isn’t a fair fight—” -Kenji Kishimoto “You go,” he says, clutching his side. “Go find Nazeera, and then find the other kids. I’ll be fine.” -Aaron Warner “You’re not going to be fine,” I hiss. “She’s going to kill you.” -Kenji Kishimoto “That’s fine, too.” -Aaron Warner

you know what I think, she says, still smiling, about somebody telling me what's legal and illegal of the way i dress? she holds up two middle fingers.

I love you, Ella.I love you more than-" "Wow. You two seriously couldn't wait until we got back to base, huh? You couldn't spare my eyes?

Kenji grins. 'Okay then. Let's go get our girl back.' 'My girl,' I correct him. 'She's my girl.' Kenji snorts as we head in the direction of the compounds. 'Right. Minus the part where she's actually not your girl. Not anymore.

I don't have mental blocks-' 'Yeah you do,' He snorts. 'You definitely do. You have severe mental constipation.' 'Mental what-

You're just growing up so quickly. You're getting all excited about being able to touch sh*t for the first time, and i just want to be sure you are observing sanitary regulations

Adam hasn't changed a bit. Still moody. No sense of humor. Generally irritated. Sometimes I can't remember why we're friends

you've been hit extra hard with the stupid stick today

Kengi?" "Yeah?" I take a deep breath. Try to count the stars. "What am I going to do?" "About what?" I hesitate. "About everything." Kenji makes a strange sound. "Shit if I know." "I don't want to do this without you," I whisper. He leans back. "Who said you're going to do anything without me?" My heart skips a few beats. I stare at him. "What?" he asks. Raises his eyebrows. "You're surprised?" "You'll fight with me?" I ask him, hardly breathing. "Fight back with me? Even if it's with Warner?" Kenji smiles. Looks up at the sky. "Hell yeah," he says. "Really?" "I'm here for you, kid. That's what friends are for.

Can't look at you." "Too pretty.

Kenji is looking at me like I'm an idiot. "You can't just go around all "Oh, Adam, look at me, look at how sexy I am in my new outfit' and bat your eyelashes-

But it’s my wedding day,” she says. “And I have nothing to wear.” “You’re right.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m going to kill him.

It’s nice to see you, too, Kenji.” I look up. She’s smiling. Ugh, so pretty.

I'm so happy for my friends. I love them, even when they piss me off. I care about them. I want their joy. But it still hurts a little when it feels like, everywhere I look everyone seems to have someone. Everyone but me. It's crazy how much I wish I didn't care. I wish, so much, all the time, that I didn't give a shit about this sort of thing

It just gets really heavy sometimes.” He looks away. “Too heavy. Even for me. And some days I don’t want to laugh,” he says. “I don’t want to be funny. I don’t want to give a shit about anything. Some days I just want to sit on my ass and cry. All day long.” His hands stop moving against the mats. “Is that crazy?” he asks quietly, still not meeting my gaze.

I cling to him, wishing I could ease his pain. I wish I could take his burdens and make them mine. "It's weird, isn't it?" he says. "What is?" "If we were naked right now, I'd be dead." "Shut up," I say, laughing against his chest. We're both wearing long sleeves, long pants. As long as my face and hand don't touch his skin, he's perfectly safe. "Well, it's true." "In what alternate universe would I ever be naked with you?" "I am just

Tendría que estar ciego para perderme algo así. Quiero decir, demonios, sólo la manera en que te mira. Es como que el chico nunca haya visto a una mujer en su vida. Como poner comida en frente de un hombre muerto de hambre y decirle que no puede comerlo.

Jouw pak lijkt precies op dat van mij. Kenji fronst zijn voorhoofd. " Ik hoor degene met het zwarte pak te zijn. Waarom heb jij geen roze ? Of geel ? " " Omdat we niet de Power Rangers zijn, duh " verzucht Winston. " Wat is een Power Ranger nou weer ? " vraagt Kenji meteen.

Adam!” someone cries. Coughs. “Please, man, if you’re in there—” I freeze. The voice sounds familiar. Adam’s spine straightens in an instant. His lips are parted, his eyes astonished. He punches in the pass code and turns the latch. Points his gun toward the door as he eases it open. “Kenji?” A short wheeze. A muffled groan. “Shit, man, what took you so long?” “What the hell are you doing here?” Click. I can hardly see through the small slit of the door, but it’s clear Adam isn’t happy to have company. “Who sent you here? Who are you with?” Kenji swears a few more times under his breath. “Look at me,” he demands, though it sounds more like a plea. “You think I came up here to kill you?” Adam pauses. Breathes. Doubts. “I have no problem putting a bullet in your back.” “Don’t worry, bro. I already have a bullet in my back. Or my leg. Or some shit. I don’t even know.” Adam opens the door. “Get up.” “It’s all right, I don’t mind if you drag my ass inside.

It’s just a nickname—his last name is Kishimoto. He gets mad when we chop it in half. Gets sensitive about it.” “Well why do you chop it in half?” He snorts. “Because it’s hard as hell to pronounce.” “How is that an excuse?” He frowns. “What?” “You got mad that I called you Blondie and not Winston. Why doesn’t he have the right to be mad that you’re calling him Moto instead of Kenji?” He mumbles something that sounds like, “It’s not the same thing.” I slide down a little. Rest my head on the pillow. “Don’t be a hypocrite.

Why am I always getting involved in other people’s personal shit? Why can’t I just mind my own business? Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut?

When I’m trying to get things off my chest she doesn’t make the conversation about her or her own problems. She understands. I can tell. She doesn’t have to say a word. I can look into her eyes and know she gets it. She gives a shit about me in a way no one else ever has.

The man is moody as hell.” “I am not moody—” “Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—”.