Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

We All Need To Be Mocked From Time To Time, Lest We Take Ourselves Too Seriously.

I Dreamed... In The Black Of Night A Man Asks All The Questions He Dare Not Ask By Daylight. For Me, The Past Years, Only One Question Has Remained. Why Would The Gods Take My Eyes And My Strength, Yet Condemn Me To Linger On So Long, Frozen And Forgotten? What Use Could They Have For An Old Done Man Like Me? ... I Remember, Sam. I Still Remember. Remember What? Dragons, Aemon Whispered.

Tyrion Wondered What It Would Be Like To Have A Twin, And Decided That He Would Rather Not Know. Bad Enough To Face Himself In A Looking Glass Every Day.

Tolkien Made The Wrong Choice When He Brought Gandalf Back. Screw Gandalf. He Had A Great Death And The Characters Should Have Had To Go On Without Him.