He Who Hurries Through Life Hurries To

You Can't Just Pick People For Their Hair Color Or The Shape Of Their Face. You Have To Go With The Best Actors.

All Men Carry Murder In Their Hearts, Yet Even So, The Poisoner Is Beneath Contempt.

Minds Are Like Swords, I Do Fear. The Old Ones Go To Rust.

Every Man Must Die, Jon Snow. But First He Must Live.

The Distinction Between Literary And Genre Fiction Is Stupid And Pernicious. It Dates Back To A Feud Between Robert Louis Stevenson And Henry James. James Won, And It Split Literature Into Two Streams. But It's A Totally False Dichotomy.