All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.

“I won't fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit item…”

“The Loneliness of the Military HistorianConfess: it's my professionthat alarms …”

“What’s with her?” says the painter. “She’s mad because she’s a woman,” Jon say…”

“You can't help what you feel, Moira said once, but you can help how you behave.”