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.

He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.

Don't matter how much perfume a corpo sprays on mornings, by lunch that's replaced by the stench of skullduggery.

Vision without action is a dream. Action without vision is a nightmare. We should remember this.

Corporations say the "new" Net is safe and secure - that they've learned from past mistakes. From up their ivory towers everything must look all nice and pretty... But they're wrong. The Net ist just a rusty car with a fresh coat of paint, a heap of dog shit spritzed with perfume.