He Pushed Away From Her And Raised

I Am The Blood Of The Dragon. Do Not Presume To Teach Me Lessons.

Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men Called Him A Beggar. I Shall Keep This One, So Men Will Call Me A Queen. (daenerys)

Don't Write Outlines; I Hate Outlines.

An Artist Has An Obligation To Tell The Truth. [...] That The True Horrors Of Human History Derive Not From Orcs And Dark Lords, But From Ourselves. We Are The Monsters. (and The Heroes Too). Each Of Us Has Within Himself The Capacity For Great Good, And Great Evil.

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.