A Lot Of Writing Takes Place In

We're Children. We're Supposed To Be Childish.

Chaos Isn’t A Pit. Chaos Is A Ladder. Many Who Try To Climb It Fail And Never Get To Try Again. The Fall Breaks Them. And Some Are Given A Chance To Climb, But They Refuse. They Cling To The Realm, Or The Gods, Or Love. Illusions. Only The Ladder Is Real. The Climb Is All There Is.

The Cable Makers Are The Ones Who Are Willing To Take Risks And Do Something Original And Push The Envelope Some.

Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They Cannot Hurt You. Let Them Wash Over You.

I Must Show No Fear, No Weakness, No Doubt.