Hounds follow those who feed them.

Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.

Some people call me a publicity hound.

The horse loves the hound, and I loves both.

It is sheer folly to take unwilling hounds to the chase.

How could you know what it feels like to fight the hounds of hell?

You yourself may not be luminous, but you are a conductor of light.

Years ago the public used to hound me but now I can go shopping in peace

I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years.

The camera hound of the future wears on his forehead a lump a little larger than a walnut.

The more outré and grotesque an incident is the more carefully it deserves to be examined.

Blues fallin' down like hail And the day keeps on worryin' me There's a hell hound on my trail.

Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish." "We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish." The Hound laughed. "She has you there.

"Weese," she would whisper, first of all. "Dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei."

That you can look back fondly or even wistfully on pieces of your life and hound yourself with endless what-ifs, but nothing will change. The present will still be the present. The future will still unfold as it's meant to.

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