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She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

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She Remembered The Godswood,

George R. R. Martin

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She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

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It Is One Thing To Be Clever And Another To Be Wise.

We All Dream Of Things We Cannot Have.

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 Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

Choosing... It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

'rome' Was One Of My Favourite Shows, And I Wish Hbo Had Given It Three More Seasons 'cause I Would Have Loved To Continue Watching It.

That Man Said He’d Take Your Head Too.” “well, As To That,” Yoren Said, “if He Can Get It Off My Shoulders, He’s Welcome To It.

The Morning Air Was Dark With The Smoke Of Burning Gods.

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

There Has Never Been A Slave Who Did Not Choose To Be A Slave. Their Choice May Be Between Bondage And Death, But The Choice Is Always There.

I Have The Virtue Of Being Still Amongst The Living. Some Would Say That Is My Only Virtue.

Books Are Dead Men Talking.

And All Was Black And Still, And Black And Cold, And Black And Dead, And Black.

And Who Are You, The Proud Lord Said That I Must Bow So Low? Only A Cat Of A Different Coat, That's All The Truth I Know. In A Coat Of Gold Or A Coat Of Red, A Lion Still Has Claws. And, Mine Are As Long And Sharp, My Lord As Long And Sharp As Yours. And So He Spoke, And So He Spoke, That Lord Of Castamere, But Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, With No One There To Hear. Yes, Now The Rains Weep O'er His Hall, And Not A Soul To Hear.

I Do Know What’s Been Useless To Me Is The Online Fantasy Name Generators. I’ve Tried Those A Few Times, And They Say, ‘just Hit This Button And We’ll Generate 50 Fantasy Names,’ And They All Turn Out To Be ‘grisknuckle’.

Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At Doing Nothing. He Calls It Thinking.

I Don’t Know If I Have Any Particular Views About Women In Positions Of Power, Though I Do Think It’s More Difficult For Women, Particularly In A Medieval Setting. They Have The Additional Problem That They’re A Woman And People Don’t Want Them In A Position Of Power In An Essentially Patriarchal Society.

Position Of Power

Sure. Some Of The Reviews Have Been Very Flattering, But The Series Is Not Finished Yet. The End Needs To Be As Strong As The Beginning.

A Harp Can Be A Dangerous As A Sword, In The Right Hands.

In Order To Get Inside Their Skin, I Have To Identify With Them. That Includes Even The Ones Who Are Complete Bastards, Nasty, Twisted, Deeply Flawed Human Beings With Serious Psychological Problems. Even Them. When I Get Inside Their Skin And Look Out Through Their Eyes, I Have To Feel A Certain - If Not Sympathy, Certainly Empathy For Them. I Have To Try To Perceive The World As They Do, And That Creates A Certain Amount Of Affection.

All Dwarfs May Be Bastards Yet Not All Bastards Are Dwarfs.

Song Of Ice And Fire

They Are Children, Sansa Thought. They Are Silly Little Girls, Even Elinor. They’ve Never Seen A Battle, They’ve Never Seen A Man Die, They Know Nothing. Their Dreams Were Full Of Songs And Stories, The Way Hers Had Been Before Joffrey Cut Her Fathers Head Off. Sansa Pitied Them. Sansa Envied Them.

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