Samurai are born to die.

Death is not a curse to be avoided -- but the natural end of all life. Death is not eternal . . . dishonor is.

Fuck 'em. Call it whatever you want. Maybe it's just two people clinging to each other to stay alive. Maybe sometimes that's all love gets to be. And, maybe, if they hold onto each other long enough . . . maybe something good finally happens.

Bushido refers not only to martial rectitude but personal rectitude. We understand that in serving each other we serve our own interests.

In serving our world, our world serves us. Allowing us to live in harmony with it.

Go ahead, kill me! But live with this: All those people die!

For the rest of your life, somewhere behind the feeds, that human part of you hiding down deep will always wonder how much pain you could have prevented if you hadn't been so weak!

Bushido is realized in the presence of death. This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death. There is no other reasoning.

If you look at it from any other side, it looks like a pile of enormous deer droppings, but Chiron wouldn't let us call the place the Poop Pile, especially after it had been named for Zeus, who doesn't have much of a sense of humor.