You May Be As Different As The

No One Will Be Alive By The Last Book. In Fact, They All Die In The Fifth. The Sixth Book Will Be Just A Thousand-page Description Of Snow Blowing Across The Graves.

I Think Life Is A Jape. Yours, Mine, Everyone's

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.

Dark Wings, Dark Words.

For They Are The Knights Of Summer, And Winter Is Coming.