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She Went To The Window Seat And Sat There, Sniffling, Hating Them All, And Herself Most Of All. It Was All Her Fault, Everything Bad That Had Happened.

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Not All Men Were Meant To Dance With Dragons.

Valar Morghulis - All Men Must Die.

Winter Is Coming

The Eunuch Had Looked Death In The Face, So Near He Might Have Kissed Her On The Lips.

Bear Island Knows No King But The King In The North, Whose Name Is Stark.

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

If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us When We Leave A Room, Surely Something Of Our Souls Must Remain When We Leave This Life?" - Qyburn

Dark Wings, Dark Words.

Jon Lied ... Loudly, As If That Could Make It True.

I Do So Hope He Plays Us 'the Rains Of Castamere.' It Has Been An Hour. I've Forgotten How It Goes -- Olenna Tyrell, The Hbic

Will You Make A Song For Him?' The Woman Asked. 'he Has A Song,' The Man Replied. 'he Is The Prince That Was Promised, And His Is The Song Of Ice And Fire.

He Pushed Himself To His Feet. “don’t Lie, Sansa. I Am Malformed, Scarred, And Small, But…” She Could See Him Groping “…abed, When The Candles Are Blown Out, I Am Made No Worse Than Other Men. In The Dark, I Am The Knight Of Flowers.” He Took A Draught Of Wine. “i Am Generous. Loyal To Those Who Are Loyal To Me. I’ve Proven I’m No Craven. And I Am Cleverer Than Most, Surely Wits Count For Something. I Can Even Be Kind. Kindness Is Not A Habit With Us Lannisters, I Fear, But I Know I Have Some Somewhere. I Could Be… I Could Be Good To You.

Every Flight Begins With A Fall.

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?

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

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

Sometimes There Is No Happy Choice, Sam, Only One Less Grievous Than The Others. - Jon Snow

There Is Magic In My Universe, But It's Pretty Low Magic Compared To Other Fantasies.

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