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It's Very Hard To Find A Good Child Actor. There Are A Lot Of Child Actors Out There, Especially In America, And They're Cute Kids, But Most Child Actors Appear On Sitcoms Where Their Main Role Is To Be Cute And Make Funny Little Remarks.

-George R. R. Martin

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George R. R. Martin

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It's Very Hard To Find A Good Child Actor. There Are A Lot Of Child Actors Out There, Especially In America, And They're Cute Kids, But Most Child Actors Appear On Sitcoms Where Their Main Role Is To Be Cute And Make Funny Little Remarks.

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We Only Make Peace With Our Enemies. That's Why It's Called Making Peace.

Black Moleskin Gloves Covered His Hands; The Right Because It Was Burned, The Left Because A Man Felt Half A Fool Wearing Only One Glove.

A Man Does Not Need To Be A Wizard To Know Truth From Falsehood, Not If He Has Eyes. You Need Only Learn To Read A Face. Look At The Eyes. The Mouth. The Muscles Here, At The Corners Of The Jaw, And Here, Where The Neck Joins The Shoulders.

Wisdom Oft Comes From The Mouth Of Babes.

Sam Loved To Listen To Music And Make His Own Songs, To Wear Soft Velvets, To Play In The Castle Kitchen Beside The Cooks, Drinking In The Rich Smells As He Snitched Lemon Cakes And Blueberry Tarts. His Passions Were Books And Kittens And Dancing, Clumsy As He Was.

Truly, Sister, You Were Born To Be A Widow. (tyrion To Cersei)

A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be Trusted, I Always Say.

Reading. That Was The Sport I Was Good At.

It's Different For Every Writer. It's Not A Career For Anyone Who Needs Security. It's A Career For Gamblers. It's A Career Of Ups And Downs.

The Snow Drifted Down And Down, All In Ghostly Silence, And Lay Thick And Unbroken On The Ground. It Was A Place Of Whites And Blacks And Greys. White Towers And White Snow And White Statues, Black Shadows And Black Trees, The Dark Grey Sky Above. A Pure World, Sansa Thought. I Do Not Belong Here. Yet She Stepped Out All The Same.

Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf Lifted An Eyebrow. “would You Rather Be Called The Imp? Let Them See That Their Words Can Cut You And You’ll Never Be Free Of The Mockery. If They Want To Give You A Name Take It Make It Your Own. Then They Can’t Hurt You With It Anymore.

Irri And Jhiqui Argued About Rakharo. “you Are Too Skinny For Him,” Jhiqui Was Saying. “you Are Almost A Boy. Rakharo Does Not Bed With Boys. This Is Known.” Irri Bristled Back. “it Is Known That You Are Almost A Cow. Rakharo Does Not Bed With Cows.

Once, I Cut Off A Man's Head, But He Did Not Know It Until He Tried To Brush His Hair. Then It Fell Off.

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