The Things I Do For Love.

Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They Cannot Hurt You. Let Them Wash Over You.

I Have Been Despised By Better Men Than You.

I Like Dogs Better Than Knights. A Hound Will Die For You, But Never Lie To You. And He'll Look You Straight In The Face. He Cupped Her Under The Jaw, Raising Her Chin, His Fingers Pinchingher Painfully. And That's More Than Little Birds Can Do, Isn't It? I Never Got My Song.

The Gods Made Our Bodies As Well As Our Souls, Is It Not So? They Give Us Voices, So We Might Worship Them With Song. They Give Us Hands, So We Might Build Them Temples. And They Give Us Desire, So We Might Mate And Worship Them In That Way.

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?