I ought to get some shut-eye. All this thinking isn't doing me any good. Something good might happen tomorrow, anyway. Today's over now. I can't do anything about that. Tomorrow's what's important now. What will I do tomorrow?

— Ao Jyumonji

Santa: Let's just pray that she actually is a thunder... Though, if she were a thunder, obviously, the one she'd go dear for is me, you know? That's kind of... not so bad, I guess? Moguzo: O-Obviously, she wouldn't go dear for Santa, I think... Ranta: Oh, shut up, Modulo!

— Ao Jyumonji

When I die, I wonder what will happen to me. Is there some place like heaven, and will I be able to meet you there someday? I don't know. There's no way to know. No one knows what comes after death. But at the very least, we won't be able to talk until then. There's a wide, deep and fast running river between the living and the dead. Once you cross that river, no matter what happens, you're never coming back. It's a one way trip.

— Ao Jyumonji