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Remember Old Nan's Stories, Bran. Remember The Way She Told Them, The Sound Of Her Voice. So Long As You Do That, Part Of Her Will Always Be Alive In You.

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Remember Old Nan's Stories,

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Remember Old Nan's Stories, Bran. Remember The Way She Told Them, The Sound Of Her Voice. So Long As You Do That, Part Of Her Will Always Be Alive In You.

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She Never Forgets A Slight, Real Or Imagined. She Takes Caution For Cowardice And Dissent For Defiance. And She Is Greedy. Greedy For Power, For Honour, For Love.

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)

It’s Being Ready To Accept Rejection. You Can Work On A Book For Two Years And Get It Published, And It’s Like You May As Well Have Thrown It Down A Well. It’s Not All Champagne And Doing Interviews With The New York Times.

I Don’t Know If I Have Any Particular Views About Women In Positions Of Power, Though I Do Think It’s More Difficult For Women, Particularly In A Medieval Setting. They Have The Additional Problem That They’re A Woman And People Don’t Want Them In A Position Of Power In An Essentially Patriarchal Society.

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There Was An Agelessness About Him, A Stillness; On Roose Bolton's Face, Rage And Joy Looked Much The Same.

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.

Prince Rhaegar Loved His Lady Lyanna, And Thousands Died For It.

I Crossed A Thousand Leagues To Come To You, And Lost The Best Part Of Me Along The Way. Don't Tell Me To Leave.

Jaime Lannister

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.

A Man Who Fights For Coin Is Loyal Only To His Purse.

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.

I Am Only A Little Lion, Child, And I Vow, I Shall Not Savage You.

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

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