Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior

It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.

Many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!

The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends.

You named your sword Fire? Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword 'Blazing Blade' and be done with it. Fire indeed. Humph. Wouldn't you rather have a sword called Sheepbiter or Chrysanthemum Cleaver or something else with imagination?