Palash Sharma

“Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear?
Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet
deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long
night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children
are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and
hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.”
― Bob Dylan

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa