Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody, die ripe, old and smellin' slightly of urine? Or go down for all times in a glaze of glory, smellin' near like posies, 'thout seein' your thirtieth?

Didn't go through hell and back just to stand in front of a door.

Sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.

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

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.