None of us is ever ready,' he (Ned) said. 'For knighthood?' 'For death.
He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
I stayed sober for this?
The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real, for a moment at least, that long magic moment before we wake.
We're children. We're supposed to be childish.
As we sin, so do we suffer