A Sweet Face Oft Hides A Sinner's

Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At Doing Nothing. He Calls It Thinking.

His Chains Chinked Softly. I Seldom Fling Children From Towers To Improve Their Health. Yes, I Meant For Him To Die.

People Often Claim To Hunger For Truth, But Seldom Like The Taste When It's Served Up.

I've Been Many Kinds Of Writers In My Career: Novelist; Tele-playwright; Short Story Writer. As A High-school Student, I Wrote Amateur Pieces For Fanzines, And I've Written For Hollywood.

Robb: Uncle Benjen Said To Send You To The Stables If I Saw You. Jon: I Have One More Farewell To Make. Robb: Then I Haven't Seen You.