Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used against you

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter

What the King dreams, the Hand builds.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

I'm fond of all my characters so every time one doesn't make the cut I'm a little disappointed although I understand it.

There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.