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A Few Days Ago She Had Been Wandering Around With A Swatch Of Black Silk Tied Over Her Eyes. Syrio Was Teaching Her To See With Her Ears And Her Nose And Her Skin, She Told Him. Before That, He Had Her Doing Spinds And Back Flips. "arya, Are You Certain You Want To Persist In This?" She Nodded. "tomorrow We're Going To Catch Cats." "cats." Ned Sighed.

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A Few Days Ago She Had Been Wandering Around With A Swatch Of Black Silk Tied Over Her Eyes. Syrio Was Teaching Her To See With Her Ears And Her Nose And Her Skin, She Told Him. Before That, He Had Her Doing Spinds And Back Flips. "arya, Are You Certain You Want To Persist In This?" She Nodded. "tomorrow We're Going To Catch Cats." "cats." Ned Sighed.

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My Brother Is Undoubtedly Arrogant," Tyrion Lannister Replied. "my Father Is The Soul Of Avarice, And My Sweet Sister Cersei Lusts For Power With Every Waking Breath. I, However, Am Innocent As A Little Lamb. Shall I Bleat For You?

You Are An Honest And Honorable Man...ofttimes I Forget That. I Have Met So Few Of Them In My Life.

If You Would Wed, Wed. If Not, Take Your Pleasure Where You Find It. There's Little Enough Of It In This World." - Oberyn

I Was Born In Bayonne, New Jersey. I Grew Up In The Projects. I Never Went Anywhere. But I Have Lived A Thousand Lives And I’ve Loved A Thousand Loves. I’ve Walked On Distant Worlds And Seen The End Of Time. Because I Read.

My Mother Raised Me To Be Bold. If I Do Not Go, I Will Spend The Rest Of My Life Wondering What Might Have Happened If I Had." "if You Do Go, The Rest Of Your Life May Be Too Short For Wondering. - Asha & Rodrick

You Can't Hammer Tin Into Iron, No Matter How Hard You Beat It, But That Doesn't Mean It's Useless.

There Are Too Many Steps In This Castle, And It Seems To Me They Add A Few Every Night, Just To Vex Me" - Maester Cressen

Some Writers Enjoy Writing, I Am Told. Not Me. I Enjoy Having Written.

You Know, I've Always Considered Women To Be People.

Who Do You Think Our Champion Will Be Today? Have You Seen Mace Tyrell's Boy? The Knight Of Flowers, They Call Him. Now There's A Son Any Man Would Be Proud To Own To. Last Tourney, He Dumped The Kingslayer On His Golden Rump, You Ought To Have Seen The Look On Cersei's Face. I Laughed Till My Sides Hurt.

She Might Have Wept Then, Had Not The Sky Begun To Do It For Her.

"you Look Different Now. Like A Proper Little Girl," (said Gendry.) "i Look Like An Oak Tree, With All These Stupid Acorns," (said Arya.) "nice, Though. A Nice Oak Tree. [...] You Even Smell Nice For A Change."

Cersei Lannister: I Shall Wear This As A Badge Of Honor. Robert Barathon: Wear It In Silence Or I'll Honor You Again.

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