The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold,

O Medo Corta Mais Profundamente Do Que As Espadas.

Do You Want To Die Old And Craven In Your Bed?- How Else? Though Not Till I'm Done Reading.

There Is Magic In My Universe, But It's Pretty Low Magic Compared To Other Fantasies.

Why Is It That When One Man Builds A Wall, The Next Man Immediately Needs To Know What's On The Other Side?

A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be Trusted, I Always Say.