The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.

"When you go to war as a boy, you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed, not you... Then, when you are badly wounded the first time, you lose that illusion."

He quenches his thirst at the watering hole. While waiting for your arrival, he takes shelter in the shade of the cherry blossoms. The fox is cautious. It shall emerge when it is sure that the water was not poisoned.

If planting bombs net enough, what can you do? You become bomb.

Some people are only nice because they're afraid of getting hurt. Or 'cause their religion tells 'em to be.