The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. "My trees," they said, "you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff." You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel.
George R. R. Martinshe would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.
George R. R. MartinI worked out of Hollywood for 10 years and I had my heart broken half a dozen times, so I know all the things that can go wrong.
George R. R. Martin