The Storms Come And Go, The Waves

And I Have A Tender Spot In My Heart For Cripples And Bastards And Broken Things.

Words Are Like Arrows, Arianne. Once Loosed, You Cannot Call Them Back. - Areo Hotah

There Are Two Kinds Of Writers. There Are Architects And Gardeners. The Architects Do Blueprints Before They Drive The First Nail. The Gardeners Just Dig A Hole And Plant The Seed And See What Comes Up.

Robert Wanted To Be Loved. My Brother Tyrion Has The Same Disease. Do You Want To Be Loved, Sansa?” “everyone Wants To Be Loved.” “i See Flowering Hasn’t Made You Any Brighter,” Said Cersei. “sansa, Permit Me To Share A Bit Of Womanly Wisdom With You On This Very Special Day. Love Is Poison. A Sweet Poison, Yes, But It Will Kill You All The Same.

Soon Comes The Cold, And The Night That Never Ends.