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Just Where Do You Think You Are Going, Arya?' The Septa Demanded. Arya Glared At Her. 'i Have To Go Shoe A Horse,' She Said Sweetly Taking A Brief Satisfaction In The Shock On The Septa's Face.

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

If I Die, I Die Friendless And Abandoned. What Choice Did That Leave Him, But To Live?

I'm Sorry That I Never Trusted You. I Don't Know How To Do That Anymore.

I've Always Taken That As My Guiding Principle And The Rest Is Just Set Dressing. You Can Have Dragons In It, Or Aliens And Starships, Or A Western About A Gunslinger, Or Even Literary Fiction, And Ultimately You're Still Writing About The Human Heart In Conflict With Itself.