Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

We're Children. We're Supposed To Be Childish.

For Herself, She Wanted Sleet And Ice, Howling Winds, Thunder To Shake The Very Stones Of The Red Keep. She Wanted A Storm To Match Her Rage.

Arya Lifted Her Gaze From The Dead Man And His Dead Dog. Jaqen H'ghar Was Leaning Up Against The Side Of The Wailing Tower. When He Saw Her Looking, He Lifted A Hand To His Face And Laid Two Fingers Casually Against His Cheek.

When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies But The Pack Survives.

Much As I Admire Tolkien, I Once Again Always Felt Like Gandalf Should Have Stayed Dead. That Was Such An Incredible Sequence In Fellowship Of The Ring When He Faces The Balrog On The Khazad-dûm And He Falls Into The Gulf, And His Last Words Are, "fly, You Fools." What Power That Had, How That Grabbed Me. And Then He Comes Back As Gandalf The White, And If Anything He's Sort Of Improved. I Never Liked Gandalf The White As Much As Gandalf The Grey, And I Never Liked Him Coming Back. I Think It Would Have Been An Even Stronger Story If Tolkien Had Left Him Dead.