What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

Control Your Generosity When Dealing With A Chronic Borrower.

When A Man Was Hurt You Took Him To The Maester, But What Could You Do When Your Maester Was Hurt?

Men Are Mad And Gods Are Madder, She Told The Grass, And The Grass Murmured Its Agreement.

There Is Something Old And True In Fantasy That Speaks To Something Deep Within Us, To The Child Who Dreamt That One Day He Would Hunt The Forests Of The Night, And Feast Beneath The Hollow Hills, And Find A Love To Last Forever Somewhere South Of Oz And North Of Shangri-la.

Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.