Tangerine Quotes

“To give a tangerine is a Chinese New Year's Tradition. Stems are left on to keep friendship intact.”
― Diana Hollingsworth Gessler, Very California: Travels Through the Golden State

“My buddy Thomas helped me survive.”
― Kōtarō Isaka, Bullet Train

“Lemon knows all too well how dangerous Tangerine can be when he's angry. Usually Tangerine is content to read his novels and keep violence to an absolute minimum. But once he loses his temper he becomes ruthless and nearly unstoppable. It's impossible to tell from his demeanour whether he's angry or not, which makes him even more dangerous. He erupts all at once, without any warning, terrible to behold. But Lemon knows that when Tangerine starts quoting books and movies it's time to be wary. It's as if in his frenzied state the box of memories inside his head gets tipped over and the contents spill out, making him start quoting his favourite likes. It's the surest sign he's about to get violent.”
― Kōtarō Isaka, Bullet Train

“Then he (Tangerine) reaches into a pocket and pulls out a different gun. "I do have this," he says somewhat sheepishly.
"Where'd you get that?"
"One of those guys holding the kid had it. I thought it was cute so I took it."
"Cute? Guns aren't cute. It's not like they have Thomas stickers on them. Thomas and Friends is for kids. Cute stuff and gun stuff are totally separate.”
― Kōtarō Isaka, Bullet Train

“Tangerine can't quite place how he felt about insects when he was younger. He has memories of killing them wholesale, but also remembers crying over dead ones and giving them miniature funerals”
― Kōtarō Isaka, Bullet Train

“enter an orchard before autumn
dots the entire land and taste
the tangerine inside a pumpkin.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“Then Tangerine hangs up.
Nanao leans against the window and gazes out, gripping his phone like he's waiting for a call from a lover.”
― Kōtarō Isaka, Bullet Train

“Behind me, the setting sun stained the black-and-white tiles of the hall floor a shimmering shade of tangerine, and my long shadow seemed to pulse to the beat of the drums.

Even the garden, usually buzzing with the orchestra of its denizens, had quieted to hear the drums. There was a string- a string tied to my gut that pulled me toward those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses