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Let Me Tell You Something About Wolves, Child. When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies, But The Pack Survives. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths. So If You Must Hate, Arya, Hate Those Who Would Truly Do Us Harm.

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Let Me Tell You Something About Wolves, Child. When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies, But The Pack Survives. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths. So If You Must Hate, Arya, Hate Those Who Would Truly Do Us Harm.

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But What A Man Can Do And What A Man Will Do Are Two Different Things, He Knew.

In The End Words Are Just Wind.

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I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

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Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

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Doing The Right Thing

We Look Up At The Same Stars And See Such Different Things." - Jon Snow

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow.

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.

The Choice Is Yours, Brother. Live A Thrall Or Die A King. Do You Dare To Fly? Unless You Take The Leap, You’ll Never Know." - Euron Greyjoy

We All Dream Of Things We Cannot Have.

His Time Was Past, Her Handmaid Irri Declared. No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

I Want You To Be Afraid To Turn The Page (and To Do That) You Need To Show Right From The Beginning That You're Playing For Keeps.

The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword.

There Are Ghosts Everywhere," Ser Jorah Said Softly. "we Carry Them With Us Wherever We Go.

Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.

Littlefinger: A Trade Envoy From Lys Once Observed To Me That Lord Stannis Must Love His Daughter Very Well, Since He'd Erected Hundreds Of Statues Of Her All Along The Walls Of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My Lord, Those Are Gargoyles.

If I Die, I Die Friendless And Abandoned. What Choice Did That Leave Him, But To Live?

People Often Claim To Hunger For Truth, But Seldom Like The Taste When It's Served Up.

You Must Put These Dreams Aside, They Will Only Break Your Heart.

For They Are The Knights Of Summer, And Winter Is Coming.

Let Me Tell You Something About Wolves, Child. When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies, But The Pack Survives. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths. So If You Must Hate, Arya, Hate Those Who Would Truly Do Us Harm.

Kill Me, And Be Cursed. You Are No King Of Mine.

You Always Try To Do Your Own Thing. One Of The Things I Wanted To Do Was To Write A Book That Combines Some Of The Best Traits Of Contemporary Fantasy With Some Of The Traits Of The Historical Novel.

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Writing Is Like Sausage Making In My View; You'll All Be Happier In The End If You Just Eat The Final Product Without Knowing What's Gone Into It.

I Never Wanted To See Half The Things I've Seen, And I've Never Seen Half The Things I Wanted To. I Don't Think Wanting Comes Into It. You'd Best Go All The Same.

The Red God Takes What Is His, Lovely Girl. And Only Death May Pay For Life. You Saved Me And The Two I Was With. You Stole Three Deaths From The Red God. We Have To Give Them Back. Speak Three Names And The Man Will Do The Rest. Three Lives I Will Give You - No More, No Less, And We're Done.

So Many Vows … They Make You Swear And Swear. Defend The King. Obey The King. Keep His Secrets. Do His Bidding. Your Life For His. But Obey Your Father. Love Your Sister. Protect The Innocent. Defend The Weak. Respect The Gods. Obey The Laws. It’s Too Much. No Matter What You Do, You’re Forsaking One Vow Or Another.

It All Goes Back And Back," Tyrion Thought, "to Our Mothers And Fathers And Theirs Before Them. We Are Puppets Dancing On The Strings Of Those Who Came Before Us, And One Day Our Own Children Will Take Up Our Strings And Dance In Our Steads.

Anger Was Better Than Tears, Better Than Grief, Better Than Guilt.

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