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Television thrives on unreason, and unreason thrives on television. It strikes at the emotions rather than the intellect. — Robin Day
You don't have anything if you don't have the stories. — Leslie Marmon Silko
More than jealousy or possessiveness pettiness kills love. — Marty Rubin
To harbor spiteful feelings against ordinary people for not being heroes is possible only for narrow-minded or embittered man. — Anton Chekhov
All men must sleep, Bran. Even princes."
"When I sleep I turn into a wolf." Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. "Do wolves dream?"
"All creatures dream, I think, yet not as men do."
"Do dead men dream?" Bran asked, thinking of his father. In the dark crypts below Winterfell, a stonemason was chiseling out his father's likeness in granite.
"Some say yes, some no," the maester answered. "The dead themselves are silent on the matter."
"Do trees dream?"
"Trees? No ... "
"They do," Bran said with sudden certainty. "They dream tree dreams. I dream of a tree sometimes. A weirwood, like the one in the godswood. It calls to me. The wolf dreams are better. I smell things, and sometimes I can taste the blood."
Maester Luwin tugged at his chain where it chafed his neck. "If you would only spend more time with the other children - "
"I hate the other children," Bran said, meaning the Walders. "I commanded you to send them away. — George R R Martin
He is a face on the hoardings, a voice on the telescreen. We — George Orwell
As long as you believe it is impossible, you close your mind to understanding it. — Robin Hobb
Death never mattered at those times - in the early days I even used to pray for it: the shattering annihilation that would prevent for ever the getting up, the putting on of clothes, the wathchign her torch trail across to the opposite side of the common like the tail-light of a low car driving away. — Graham Greene
Cathy introduced us. Christine stood there inside her smooth skin, warm and indolent, mildly speculative. — John D. MacDonald