“Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will.”

From Everybody Hates Chris second season episode, "Everybody Hates Chris"
Miscellaneous

Daniel
Song lyrics, Don't Shoot Me I'm Only the Piano Player (1973)

Source: The Myth of Male Power (1993), Part II: The Glass Cellars of the disposable sex, p. 189.

Source: (1776), Book V, Chapter I, Part III, p. 806.

As quoted in Guitar World (1992-01).
Interviews (1989-1994), Print

Battle of the Baltic (1805), st. 5

Notes on the Next War (1935)
Context: Hit in the head you will die quickly and cleanly even sweetly and fittingly except for the white blinding flash that never stops, unless perhaps it is only the frontal bone or your optic nerve that is smashed, or your jaw carried away, or your nose and cheek bones gone so you can still think but you have no face to talk with. But if you are not hit in the head you will be hit in the chest, and choke in it, or in the lower belly, and feel it all slip and slide loosely as you open, to spill out when you try to get up, it's not supposed to be so painful but they always scream with it, it's the idea I suppose, or have the flash, the slamming clang of high explosive on a hard road and find your legs are gone above the knee, or maybe just a foot gone and watch the white bone sticking through your puttee, or watch them take a boot off with your foot a mush inside it, or feel an arm flop and learn how a bone feels grating, or you will burn, choke and vomit, or be blown to hell a dozen ways, without sweetness or fittingness: but none of this means anything. No catalogue of horrors ever kept men from war. Before the war you always think that it's not you that dies. But you will die, brother, if you go to it long enough.