Love Is Madness, And Lust Is Poison.

An Honest Kiss, A Little Kindness, Everyone Deserves That Much, However Big Or Small.

What Do You Like To Do?” She Scuffed A Toe Amongst The Rushes. “needlework.” “very Restful, Isn’t It?” “well,” Said Arya, “not The Way I Do It.

She Never Forgets A Slight, Real Or Imagined. She Takes Caution For Cowardice And Dissent For Defiance. And She Is Greedy. Greedy For Power, For Honour, For Love.

You Must Put These Dreams Aside, They Will Only Break Your Heart.

A Mind Needs Books As A Sword Needs A Whetstone, If It Is To Keep Its Edge.