The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only

Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

They Are Children, Sansa Thought. They Are Silly Little Girls, Even Elinor. They’ve Never Seen A Battle, They’ve Never Seen A Man Die, They Know Nothing. Their Dreams Were Full Of Songs And Stories, The Way Hers Had Been Before Joffrey Cut Her Fathers Head Off. Sansa Pitied Them. Sansa Envied Them.

Summer Is The Time For Squabbles. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths.

The Best Calumnies Are Spiced With Truth.

Life Is Not A Song, Sweetling. Someday You May Learn That, To Your Sorrow.