A Mad Man Sees What

Black Moleskin Gloves Covered His Hands; The Right Because It Was Burned, The Left Because A Man Felt Half A Fool Wearing Only One Glove.

Some Writers Enjoy Writing, I Am Told. Not Me. I Enjoy Having Written.

Every Man Should Lose A Battle In His Youth, So He Does Not Lose A War When He Is Old.

Men Are Mad And Gods Are Madder, She Told The Grass, And The Grass Murmured Its Agreement.

All The World Knew That A Maester Forged His Silver Link When He Learned The Art Of Healing—but The World Preferred To Forget That Men Who Knew How To Heal Also Knew How To Kill.