You Can't Hammer Tin Into Iron, No

The More People You Love, The Weaker You Are.

The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only One.

Some Men Want Whores On The Eve Of Battle, And Some Want Gods. Jon Wondered Who Felt Better Afterward.

I Did Not Do It. Yet Now I Wish I Had.’ He Turned To Face The Hall, That Sea Of Pale Faces. ‘i Wish I Had Enough Poison For You All. You Make Me Sorry That I Am Not The Monster You Would Have Me Be, Yet There It Is. I Am Innocent, But I Will Get No Justice Here.

His Chains Chinked Softly. I Seldom Fling Children From Towers To Improve Their Health. Yes, I Meant For Him To Die.