Love Is Madness, And Lust Is Poison.

I Would Choose Freedom Over Comfort Every Time.

Start Trying To Work Out Who Deserves What, And Before Long You'll Spend The Rest Of Your Days Weeping For Each And Every Person In The World.

Black Moleskin Gloves Covered His Hands; The Right Because It Was Burned, The Left Because A Man Felt Half A Fool Wearing Only One Glove.

Why Is It That When One Man Builds A Wall, The Next Man Immediately Needs To Know What's On The Other Side?

No One Will Be Alive By The Last Book. In Fact, They All Die In The Fifth. The Sixth Book Will Be Just A Thousand-page Description Of Snow Blowing Across The Graves.