Into The The Air, Into The Earth,

One Bachelor Is An Irritation. Ten Thousand Bachelors Are A War.

Madness, And Then Illumination.

I Carry The Seeds Of Death Within Me And Plant Them Wherever I Linger Long Enough To Love.

Personal Affection Is A Luxury You Can Have Only After All Your Enemies Are Eliminated. Until Then, Everyone You Love Is A Hostage, Sapping Your Courage And Corrupting Your Judgment.

This Emotion I'm Feeling Now, This Is Love, Right?" "i Don't Know. Is It A Longing? Is It A Giddy Stupid Happiness Just Because You're With Me?" "yes," She Said. "that's Influenza," Said Miro. "watch For Nausea Or Diarrhea Within A Few Hours.