There Is An Empty Place

Even In Dreams, You Could Not Fall Forever.

Give A Thing A Name And It Will Somehow Come To Be.

Death Is So Terribly Final, While Life Is Full Of Possibilities.

The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

Every Man Must Die, Jon Snow. But First He Must Live.