There Are Two Kinds Of Writers. There

When I Was A Boy, I Dreamt That I Could Fly, He Announces. When I Woke, I Couldn't... Or So The Maester Said. But What If He Lied? What Do You Mean? Perhaps We Can Fly. All Of Us. How Will We Ever Know Unless We Leap From Some Tall Tower? No Man Ever Truly Knows What He Can Do Unless He Dares To Leap. There Is The Window. Leap. What Do You Want? The World.

The Worst Isn't Done. The Worst Is Just Beginning, And There Are No Happy Endings. (samuel Tarly)

We All Dream Of Things We Cannot Have.

Once, I Cut Off A Man's Head, But He Did Not Know It Until He Tried To Brush His Hair. Then It Fell Off.

So Young," Said Wyman Manderly, "though Mayhaps This Was A Blessing. Had He Lived He Would've Grown Up To Be A Frey.