“Man wants to be the king o’ the rabbits, he best wear a pair o’ floppy ears.”
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only one.
the girl in her still yearned for poetry, passion, and laughter. She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud. You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.
I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.