I Rose Too High, Loved Too Hard,

My Featherbed Is Deep And Soft, And There I’ll Lay You Down, I’ll Dress You All In Yellow Silk And On Your Head A Crown. For You Shall Be My Lady Love, And I Shall Be Your Lord. I’ll Always Keep You Warm And Safe, And Guard You With My Sword. And How She Smiled And How She Laughed, The Maiden Of The Tree. She Spun Away And Said To Him, No Featherbed For Me. I’ll Wear A Gown Of Golden Leaves, And Bind My Hair With Grass, But You Can Be My Forest Love, And Me Your Forest Lass.

If The Day Comes When You Would Find Me Again, Give That Coin To Any Man From Braavos, And Say These Words To Him--valar Morghulis.

I Stayed Sober For This?

History Is A Wheel, For The Nature Of Man Is Fundamentally Unchanging. What Has Happened Before Will Perforce Happen Again.

The Singers Make Much Of Kings Who Die Valiantly In Battle, But Your Life Is Worth More Than A Song.