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Light Our Fire And

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Light Our Fire And Protect Us From The Dark, Blah Blah, Light Our Way And Keep Us Toasty Warm, The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, Save Us From The Scary Things, And Blah Blah Blah Some More.

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Position Of Power

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Black And White

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And I Tell You Truly, Danaerys, There Is No Man In All The World Who Will Ever Be Half So True To You As Me.

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Light Our Fire And Protect Us From The Dark, Blah Blah, Light Our Way And Keep Us Toasty Warm, The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, Save Us From The Scary Things, And Blah Blah Blah Some More.

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When The End Comes, I Will Meet It Raging.

Is There Any Creature On Earth As Unfortunate As An Ugly Woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

That Was The Way Of This Cold World, Where Men Fished The Sea And Dug In The Ground And Died, Whilst Women Brought Forth Short-lived Children From Beds Of Blood And Pain.

The Wide World Is Full Of People Wanting Help, Jon. Would That Some Could Find The Courage To Help Themselves. - Lord Commander Mormont

Men Live Their Lives Trapped In An Eternal Present, Between The Mists Of Memory And The Sea Of Shadow That Is All We Know Of The Days To Come.

Nobody Is A Villain In Their Own Story. We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories.

I Know Nothing And Perhaps I Never Will.

Too Stupid To Learn And Too Stupid To Give Up.

There Is Something Old And True In Fantasy That Speaks To Something Deep Within Us, To The Child Who Dreamt That One Day He Would Hunt The Forests Of The Night, And Feast Beneath The Hollow Hills, And Find A Love To Last Forever Somewhere South Of Oz And North Of Shangri-la.

I Am Not Questioning Your Honor, I Am Denying Its Existence.

On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are Brothers.

...if You Dance With Dragons, You Must Expect To Burn.

Why Should Death Make A Man Truthful, Or Even Clever? The Dead Are Likely Dull Fellows, Full Of Tedious Complaints - The Ground's Too Cold, My Gravestone Should Be Larger, Why Does He Get More Worms Than I Do.

Generally Speaking, I'm Much More In Favour Of Penises Entering Vaginas Than Axes Entering Skulls. But The World Seems To Accept The Violence A Lot Easier Than The Sex.

You Don't Just Have People Who Wake Up In The Morning And Say, "what Evil Things Can I Do Today, Because I'm Mr. Evil?" People Do Things For What They Think Are Justified Reasons. Everybody Is The Hero Of Their Own Story, And You Have To Keep That In Mind. If You Read A Lot Of History, As I Do, Even The Worst And Most Monstrous People Thought They Were The Good Guys. We're All Very Tangled Knots.

My Brother Has His Sword, King Robert Has His Warhammer And I Have My Mind...and A Mind Needs Books As A Sword Needs A Whetstone If It Is To Keep Its Edge. That's Why I Read So Much Jon Snow.

One Of Your Northmen Hit Me With A Morningstar During The Battle On The Green Fork. I Escaped Him By Falling Off My Horse. (tyrion)

I Feel Satisfaction At The End Of The Day When I've Written A Scene That I Really Like Or When I Write A Good Line Of Dialogue That I Read Out To My Wife Or Something Like That. But There's Also Days Where It's Just Bloody Agony And I Go, 'ugh, This Is Such Crap! Why Did I Think I Had Any Talent?

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I Knew A Man Once Who Told Me That I Smiled At The Wrong Things." "do You? "only By The Light Of Those Who Smile At Nothing.

Show Me The Path I Must Walk And Do Not Let Me Stumble In The Dark Places That Lie Ahead.

Wine Makes All Things Possible.

There Are Some Examples Of Medieval Kings Who Were Terrible Human Beings But Were Nevertheless Good Kings.

If He Must Be Alone, He Would Make Solitude His Armor.

In Order To Get Inside Their Skin, I Have To Identify With Them. That Includes Even The Ones Who Are Complete Bastards, Nasty, Twisted, Deeply Flawed Human Beings With Serious Psychological Problems. Even Them. When I Get Inside Their Skin And Look Out Through Their Eyes, I Have To Feel A Certain - If Not Sympathy, Certainly Empathy For Them. I Have To Try To Perceive The World As They Do, And That Creates A Certain Amount Of Affection.

In My Dreams, I Kill Him Every Night,' Robert Admitted. 'a Thousand Deaths Will Still Be Less Than He Deserves'.

Is It Treason To Say The Truth? A Bitter Truth, But No Less True For That.

There Are No Heroes...in Life, The Monsters Win.

With A Book I Am The Writer And I Am Also The Director And I'm All Of The Actors And I'm The Special Effects Guy And The Lighting Technician: I'm All Of That. So If It's Good Or Bad, It's All Up To Me.

I Thank You For Calling Them Off, Young Ser. I Promise You, They Would Have Found Me Indigestible.

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

The Best Writing Advice I Had Was [in] ‘heinlein’s Rules For Writers’ By (american Science Fiction Author) Robert A. Heinlein. His First Rule Is That You Must Write, And I Was Already Doing That, But His Second Rule Is, ‘you Must Finish What You Write,’ And That Had A Big Impact On Me.

Go Ahead, Call Me All The Names You Want," Sansa Said Airily. "you Won't Dare When I'm Married To Joffrey. You'll Have To Bow And Call Me Your Grace." She Shrieked As Arya Flung The Orange Across The Table. It Caught Her In The Middle Of The Forehead With A Wet Squish And Plopped Down Into Her Lap. "you Have Juice On Your Face, Your Grace ," Arya Said.

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

It Is One Thing To Be Clever And Another To Be Wise.

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

Choosing... It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

Always Keep Your Foes Confused. If They Are Never Certain Who You Are Or What You Want, They Cannot Know What You Are Like To Do Next. Sometimes The Best Way To Baffle Them Is To Make Moves That Have No Purpose, Or Even Seem To Work Against You. Remember That, Sansa, When You Come To Play The Game.” “what . . . What Game?” “the Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.” -(littlefinger)

Faith Is Like Porridge. Better With Milk And Honey.

The Lord Of Winterfell Would Always Be A Stark

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