Love Is Madness, And Lust Is Poison.

Now I Understand Why King Stannis Let The Wildlings Through The Wall. He Means For Us To Eat Them.

Why Do The Gods Make Kings And Queens If Not To Protect The Ones Who Can't Protect Themselves?

I Rose Too High, Loved Too Hard, Dared Too Much. I Tried To Grasp A Star, Overreached, And Fell.

There Are Two Kinds Of Writers. There Are Architects And Gardeners. The Architects Do Blueprints Before They Drive The First Nail. The Gardeners Just Dig A Hole And Plant The Seed And See What Comes Up.

A Man Agrees With God As A Raindrop Agrees With The Storm