A Pig Painted Gold Is Still A

She’s Not For You, Nor You For Her; At Least, Not In The Way You Both Want.

Reading Is Like Breathing. If You Take It Away, First I Become Antsy, Then Violent.

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

A Man's Dreams Are A Maze Even He Cannot Know.

He Was Swimming In A Sea Of Other People’s Expectations. Men Had Drowned In Seas Like That.