Baccano! Quotes
No, it's good, money is good. I'm not sure why, but everyone says money is good.
This world is mine. I think this world may even just be a long, long dream I'm watching. You guys may just be illusions, and it can't be proven whether or not you really exist either. In other words, this world was created with me at the center. So what will happen if I die? I don't know. My imagination isn't very creative; I just can't imagine myself dying. In other words, there is no way this world can completely disappear. But if I die, then everyone will disappear. I am the only one in this world who won't disappear. The rest are just people I see as if in a dream.
Oh, life is fun! Try sayin' that ten times fast ten thousand times a minute every day for the rest of your life and it'll screw with your head so bad that all problems will disappear like MAGIC! Okay okay okay, I've gotten past the sadness and as of now I'm evolving to a HIGHER STAAAATE! Right? Tell me you all think so! Life is a magnificent beast, and it excites me!
I won't die no matter what. That's what I believe, so stay silent and believe in me. I am a guy who will never die.
So what if I'd spare him? In my mind it's the certainty in myself that I possess which allows me to have that kind of mercy or compassion. There's no wavering on that point. It's fixed like the stars. The fact is I'm never gonna be killed! So remember this mercy and compassion are virtues that only the strong are privileged to possess. And I am strong.
Incomprehensibility is a part of human life. But what does this mean? I just can't understand it.
Depending on your request, whether I will laugh or get angry - that will decide your lifespan, boy.
Tedium is such a crime. It takes the limited amount of time that is given to man, and rather than spending it in indolence or drowning it in pleasure it just sits there sucking, eating it up. I can't put up with that, tedium is a crime! Death to tedium! Die!
I just know you are all my newest enemies... and you have really nice guns. You people are all the same. You think you're so special! "Oh yeah, with all of our wonderful guns on this pathetic train, there's no way anyone can stop us! We are invincible and unbeatable! We are so strong with all of our men and our guns!" *laughs*
The times when you want to cry are when you have to try your hardest. That's why I decided I'll cry in general. Then, when I have to shed tears for a time when I really want to cry, my tears would have run dry.
[to Chane] Sorry about this, young lady, but not being able to verbalize might be a lucky break for you in a way. People can waste an awful lot of energy by putting sadness into words. Or maybe joy into words. And then of course, there's putting anger into words. And the words can double when it comes to fear or pain. In that sense, being so afraid that you can't find any words may save your life. Being unable to speak in extreme stress, in a body that is obligated to control energy consumption, is an act of, OH, I don't know, maybe, self defense? Oh boy, I went and a thing of actual intelligence there. Time to show me some love, boys!
Now, dear Uncle, there's a certain person that I'd just love to kill. It doesn't even matter whether they're weak or strong. The people I live to kill, that really get me jazzed... never see it coming. Never. They're in some happy place where they're sure nothing can get them. Dying is the furthest thing from their minds. Maybe they're thinkin' about what they're gonna have for dinner. Just like you were. Right before I walked in.
It doesn't matter who I am. You can just think of me as the talking air.
Depending on who you place in the same situation, the characteristics of incident change kaleidoscopically. In other words, there is one incident; however, there are as many stories explaining it as there are people involved in it.
Let me tell you how important it is to keep your mouth shut. Me, I've seen so many damn people going on and on about "these will be the last words you ever hear" and "take these words with you to the afterlife", and then that gives whoever they're fighting an opening to strike back. Crazy, isn't it? I see it all the time, in books, in plays, even in real life! I don't even know why, but somehow the more comfortable someone is with killing, the more they flap their mouth when it comes time to do the deed, yakking on and on and on. As you might have guessed, I myself happen to be such a person! And therefore, as such, in light of that revelation, I'll say that one is enough, and since that one is of course myself, I want you all to shut up. You're boring. Swallow those words and take them to the afterlife yourself, if you want them delivered there so damn much.
There wouldn't have been a bright future if I had died or I had been the only one to survive.