The Air Smelled Of Paper And Dust

My Own Heroes Are The Dreamers, Those Men And Women Who Tried To Make The World A Better Place Than When They Found It, Whether In Small Ways Or Great Ones. Some Succeeded, Some Failed, Most Had Mixed Results... But It Is The Effort That's Heroic, As I See It. Win Or Lose, I Admire Those Who Fight The Good Fight.

Don't Write Outlines; I Hate Outlines.

There Are Ghosts Everywhere," Ser Jorah Said Softly. "we Carry Them With Us Wherever We Go.

He Who Hurries Through Life Hurries To His Grave.

He Wants You To Smile And Smell Sweet And Be His Lady Love. He Wants To Hear You Recite All Your Pretty Little Words The Way The Septa Taught You. He Wants You To Love Him... And Fear Him.