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.
George R. R. MartinShe went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.
George R. R. MartinWhy is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?
George R. R. Martin