We're All Just Songs In

There Are A Lot Of People Out There Who Will Write Books, In Which Everything Turns Out Nicely And The Bad Guys Lose, The Good Guys Win, The Boy Gets The Girl And They Live Happily Ever After. There's A Million Books Like That And If That's The Comfort You're Looking For, You Should Read Those Books And Not My Books Because That's Not The Kind Of Book That I Am Interested In.

I Was Just A Kid Selling Monster Stories To The Kids In The Projects, Complete With A Dramatic Reading, Making The Werewolf Sounds. My Career Was Aborted Early On Because One Of My Main Customers Started To Have Nightmares And His Mother Came To My Mother And My Mother Shut Down My Whole Business.

Bear Island Knows No King But The King In The North, Whose Name Is Stark.

Let His Sword Break And His Shield Shatter, Sansa Thought Coldly As She Shoved Out Through The Doors, Let His Courage Fail Him And Every Man Desert Him.

My Featherbed Is Deep And Soft, And There I’ll Lay You Down, I’ll Dress You All In Yellow Silk And On Your Head A Crown. For You Shall Be My Lady Love, And I Shall Be Your Lord. I’ll Always Keep You Warm And Safe, And Guard You With My Sword. And How She Smiled And How She Laughed, The Maiden Of The Tree. She Spun Away And Said To Him, No Featherbed For Me. I’ll Wear A Gown Of Golden Leaves, And Bind My Hair With Grass, But You Can Be My Forest Love, And Me Your Forest Lass.