She Should Be On A Hill Somewhere,

They Say Night's Beauties Fade At Dawn, And The Children Of Wine Are Oft Disowned In The Morning Light.

The Man Who Fears Losing Has Already Lost.

The Apples Stewed With Prunes Are Excellent, Except For The Prunes, I Won't Eat Prunes Myself. Well, There Was One Time When Hobb Chopped Them Up With Chesnuts And Carrots And Hid Them In A Hen. Never Trust A Cook, My Lord. They'll Prune You When You Least Expect It.

For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors.

When You Tear Out A Man's Tongue, You Are Not Proving Him A Liar, You're Only Telling The World That You Fear What He Might Say.