"You'll find that Ichigo has an uncanny knack for forgeting people's faces, and the names to go with them."

"You shy, little boy."

"[to Szayel Aporro Grantz] Immaculate being... Was it? In this secular existence, perfection is an illusion, regardless of those who utter the contrary. This is the reality. Common man seeks it out, they strive to achieve it, as if it were some tangible thing... But... The fact of the matter is, perfection is a hollow shell. It is devoid of any substance. I spit on perfection. Perfection, after all, implies you've reached the summit. No trial and error, no ability to conceptualize. An omniscient being would have no need for such superfluous things... Am I making myself clear? For people who dabble in the sciences, such as ourselves, perfection would make us obsolete. Many magnificent things have been, and will continue to come into existence... And yet every last one of them will fall short of perfection's finish. Our function as men of science relies on their many shortcomings. Then, and only then, can we apply the fruits of our labor. To put it simply... As soon as you began spouting that nonsense about being an immaculate being... your fate was sealed. How dare you call yourself a man of science?"

"How did I pass? She beat me like I owed her money."

"Abandon your fear. Turn and face him. Don't back an inch. Now, Ichigo, advance! Never stop! If you retreat, you will age. Be afraid, and you'll die."

"Run? Is that how you speak to a hero? How little you understand. Allow me to educate you. If a hero were to run from battle... the children could no longer call him a hero."

"[after Hisagi thanks him] Aren't you clever? Is that supposed to be sarcastic?"