I Will Take What Is Mine With

Too Stupid To Learn And Too Stupid To Give Up.

A Mind Needs Books As A Sword Needs A Whetstone, If It Is To Keep Its Edge.

Old Stories Are Like Old Friends, She Used To Say. You Have To Visit Them From Time To Time.

I Take No Joy In Mead Nor Meat, And Song And Laughter Have Become Suspicious Strangers To Me. I Am A Creature Of Grief And Dust And Bitter Longings. There Is An Empty Place Within Me Where My Heart Was Once.

Some Old Wounds Never Truly Heal, And Bleed Again At The Slightest Word.