I bet this is a brothel," she whispered to Gendry. "You don't even know what a brothel is." "I do so," she… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
To thee, fair Freedom! I retire From flattery, cards, and dice, and din: Nor art thou found in mansions higher Than the… — William Shenstone Copy Share Image
I have no objection to any person's religion, be it what it may, so long as that person does not kill or… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
In Celtic Ireland the name Leo was Lugh, another solar hero and mystic. In Wales he was Llew, to the Romans Lugus,… — Michael Tsarion Copy Share Image
I don't have to ask you where you've been, cause the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn. — Coolio Copy Share Image
After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port. Immediately on landing I got together my… — Adelbert von Chamisso Copy Share Image
One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road. — Ruth Pitter Copy Share Image
Now, writing every day, and being paid for it and encouraged to do it, it was as if, in the midst of… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
What is meditation?... It is fleeing from the self, it is a short escape of the agony of being a self, it… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
J.R.R.Tolkien has confessed that about a third of the way through The Fellowship of the Ring, some ruffian named Strider confronted the… — Ansen Dibell Copy Share Image
When you have lost your inns, drown your empty selves, for you will have lost the last of England. — Hilaire Belloc Copy Share Image
Bad roads and indifferent inns, ... the continual converse one is obliged to have with the vilest part of mankind - innkeepers,… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
For a long time I found the celebrities of modern painting and poetry ridiculous. I loved absurd pictures, fanlights, stage scenery, mountebanks… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Even yet Christ Jesus has to lie out in waste places very often, because there is no room for him in the… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Speaking from my own religious tradition in this Christmas season, 2,000 years ago a homeless woman gave birth to a homeless child… — Al Gore Copy Share Image
