Anyone Can Be Killed.

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

Death Is So Terribly Final, While Life Is Full Of Possibilities.

A Lot Of Writing Takes Place In The Subconscious, And It's Bound To Have An Effect.

She Just Laughed In His Face And Told Him She'd Sooner Crawl In A Bed With His Father's Leeches Before She'd Crawl In One With Him. She Stopped Laughing When He Put His Knife In Her.

Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They Cannot Hurt You. Let Them Wash Over You.