The Best Calumnies Are Spiced With Truth.

Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At Doing Nothing. He Calls It Thinking.

I Have Been Despised By Better Men Than You.

He Did Not Know Which Was More Painful, The Waking Or The Sleeping. When He Slept, He Dreamed: Dark Disturbing Dreams Of Blood And Broken Promises. When He Woke, There Was Nothing To Do But Think, And His Waking Thoughts Were Worse Than Nightmares.

When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies But The Pack Survives.

I'm Fond Of All My Characters So Every Time One Doesn't Make The Cut I'm A Little Disappointed Although I Understand It.