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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?

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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?

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I Did Not Do It. Yet Now I Wish I Had.’ He Turned To Face The Hall, That Sea Of Pale Faces. ‘i Wish I Had Enough Poison For You All. You Make Me Sorry That I Am Not The Monster You Would Have Me Be, Yet There It Is. I Am Innocent, But I Will Get No Justice Here.

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We're Setting Up Mechanisms Where We Can Kill Human Beings With Drones And Missiles Where You're Sitting At A Console And Pressing The Button. We Never Have To Hear Their Whimpering, Or Hear Them Begging For Their Mother, Or Dying In Horrible Realities Around Us. I Don't Know If That's Necessarily Such A Good Thing.

I Swear To You, Sitting A Throne Is A Thousand Times Harder Than Winning One.

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Give Me Priests Who Are Fat And Corrupt And Cynical,(...) The Sort Who Like To Sit On Soft Satin Cushions, Nibble Sweetmeats, And Diddle Little Boys. It's The Ones Who Believe In Gods Who Make The Trouble. (tyrion)

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Even The Sky Was Grey. Grey And Grey And Greyer. The Whole World Grey, Everywhere You Look, Everything Grey Except The Eyes Of The Bride. The Eyes Of The Bride Were Brown. Big And Brown And Full Of Fear.

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An Admiral Without Ships, A Hand Without Fingers, In Service Of A King Without A Throne. Is This A Knight Who Comes Before Us, Or The Answer To A Child's Riddle?

An Honest Kiss, A Little Kindness, Everyone Deserves That Much, However Big Or Small.

The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword. Look Her In The Eyes Before You Kill Her. See Her Tears, Hear Her Last Words. You Owe Her That Much At Least." - Eddard Stark

Know The Men Who Follow You And Let Them Know You. Don't Ask Your Men To Die For A Stranger.

Tolkien Made The Wrong Choice When He Brought Gandalf Back. Screw Gandalf. He Had A Great Death And The Characters Should Have Had To Go On Without Him.

Ideas Are Cheap. I Have More Ideas Now Than I Could Ever Write Up. To My Mind, It's The Execution That Is All-important.

I Am Surrounded By Flatterers And Fools.

Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At Doing Nothing. He Calls It Thinking.

You Were Made To Be Kissed, Often And Well.

All Men Lie When They Are Afraid. Some Tell Many Lies, Some But A Few. Some Have Only One Great Lie They Tell So Often That They Almost Come To Believe It... Though Some Small Part Of Them Will Always Know That It Is Still A Lie, And That Will Show Upon Their Faces. (a Servant In The House Of Black And White)

Black And White

I Wonder What The High Septon Would Have To Say About The Sanctity Of Oaths Sworn While Dead Drunk, Chained To A Wall, With A Sword Pressed To Your Chest?

I Knew That, When Writing A Book, You're Not Constrained By A Budget. You're Not Constrained By What You Can Do, In Terms Of The Special Effects Technology. You're Not Limited To Any Particular Running Time.

Jon Shrugged. 'girls Get The Arms But Not The Swords. Bastards Get The Swords But Not The Arms. I Did Not Make The Rules, Little Sister.

Women Do Not Forget. Women Do Not Forgive.

One Of The Things I Love, And I'm A Voracious Reader As Well As A Writer, Is Books That Surprise Me, That Are Not Predictable.

I Take No Joy In Mead Nor Meat, And Song And Laughter Have Become Suspicious Strangers To Me. I Am A Creature Of Grief And Dust And Bitter Longings. There Is An Empty Place Within Me Where My Heart Was Once.

Ser Cleos Looked Like A Weasel, Fought Like A Goose, And Had The Courage Of An Especially Brave Ewe.

As Much As I Love Historical Fiction, My Problem With Historical Fiction Is That You Always Know What's Going To Happen.

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