Power Is A Trick. It Lies Where

Nothing Someone Says Before The Word 'but' Really Counts.

One Of The Hardest Parts Of Writing Is Writing From The Gut Or The Heart Or Something Like That Rather Than Intellectually.

The North Remembers, Lord Davos. The North Remembers, And The Mummer’s Farce Is Almost Done. My Son Is Home.

"come At Once," She Had Written To Him. "help Me. Save Me. I Need You Now As I Have Never Needed You Before. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. Come At Once"

Sometimes He Could Almost Forget That It Was There, The Way You Forget About The Sky Or The Earth Underfoot, But There Were Other Times When It Seemed As If There Was Nothing Else In The World.