She Walked Fast, To Keep Ahead Of

Chaos Isn’t A Pit. Chaos Is A Ladder. Many Who Try To Climb It Fail And Never Get To Try Again. The Fall Breaks Them. And Some Are Given A Chance To Climb, But They Refuse. They Cling To The Realm, Or The Gods, Or Love. Illusions. Only The Ladder Is Real. The Climb Is All There Is.

I Would Choose Freedom Over Comfort Every Time.

I Have Climbed These Steps So Often I Know Each One By Name.

He Was Beastly Tired, But It Was Hard To Stop. One More Book, He Had Told Himself, Then I'll Stop. One More Folio, Just One More. One More Page, Then I'll Go Up And Rest And Get A Bite To Eat. But There Was Always Another Page After That One, And Another After That, And Another Book Waiting Underneath The Pile. I'll Just Take A Quick Peek To See What This One Is About, He'd Think, And Before He Knew He Would Be Halfway Through It.

Be Careful You Don't Cut Yourself. The Edges Are Sharp Enough To Shave With.' 'girls Don't Shave', Arya Said. 'maybe They Should. Have You Ever Seen The Septa's Legs?