There Are Worse Ways To Die Than

"come At Once," She Had Written To Him. "help Me. Save Me. I Need You Now As I Have Never Needed You Before. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. Come At Once"

Tarly, When I Was A Lad Half Your Age, My Lady Mother Told Me That If I Stood About With My Mouth Open, A Weasel Was Like To Mistake It For His Lair And Run Down My Throat. If You Have Something To Say, Say It. Otherwise, Beware Of Weasels.

Tears, She Said Scornfully To Sansa As The Woman Was Led From The Hall. The Woman's Weapon, My Lady Mother Used To Call Them. The Man's Weapon Is A Sword. And That Tells Us All You Need To Know, Doesn't It?

Nothing Someone Says Before The Word 'but' Really Counts.

I Never Finished Any Of My Early Stories. They Were All Beginnings, An Endless Number Of Beginnings.