“The Silvertown I’m working at now is luxurious.” “Will you give me a discount if I go there later?”
"Even if you give me a discount, I can't get in! The only people who can get in are usually people who have been CEOs or something."
“How luxurious is even a sweater you wear every day~”
“He is on a completely different level from the rich I had thought of until now.
“I think these are the people who are truly rich.”
“If we compare it to shaved ice, they are the people at the top, covered in honey.”
“We are the white part of the mountain? Haha.
“Maybe we were lacking in some way.”
"no.
“Mom is working hard.”
“Is that so?”
“I think I’m living hard.”
“So? Thank you.
“Are you also hot and tired from boiling red beans?”
--- pp.65-67

How anxious must one be.
Losing yourself.
The past is fading away.
There's no way I wouldn't be afraid.
Still, that's absolutely nothing to feel sorry about.
--- p.83

Even though I've experienced it many times since I was young, I never get used to it.
Even though I'm an adult, I still feel tired and anxious.
Even if it's a cold.
--- p.91

That child is still young, so he probably doesn't remember the world before Corona.
So that means the child has no hope of ever returning to his original world.
Just like us adults…
Which one is more comfortable?
Mentally.
'hope…'
I learned that it's good to have hope, but that child has no hope for the world he came from.
For that child, there is only now.
What would that feel like?
--- pp.102-103

“Well, it’s good because happy things have an impact.”
"Huh? Is that so? Don't humans naturally experience unpleasant things more intensely? It feels like happy things fade quickly.
Even if they are the same size.”
“Well.
Even if it disappears quickly, it doesn't mean it's all gone.
Surprisingly, I think the happy memories will last a long time.
Just like you were when you had faith.
“I don’t know for sure.”
--- p.139

My heart is not something that anyone can decide for me.

'Whatever you think is good is yours for the rest of your life, until you die.'
Even if it changes little by little and looks completely different to other people, it's the same to me.
Even if I stop making ogai and start knitting gloves, there's still a connection within me.
Can I convey this feeling to someone?
--- pp.145-146

What on earth is a picture?
Want to make yourself known?
Huh? You want to tell me? Me? Well, do you? Or not?
I hope you enjoy looking at my drawings? That might be part of it, but…
The feeling of 'I like you' cannot be explained in words.

--- p.156