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The Gods Made Our Bodies As Well As Our Souls, Is It Not So? They Give Us Voices, So We Might Worship Them With Song. They Give Us Hands, So We Might Build Them Temples. And They Give Us Desire, So We Might Mate And Worship Them In That Way.

-George R. R. Martin

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The Gods Made Our

George R. R. Martin

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The Gods Made Our Bodies As Well As Our Souls, Is It Not So? They Give Us Voices, So We Might Worship Them With Song. They Give Us Hands, So We Might Build Them Temples. And They Give Us Desire, So We Might Mate And Worship Them In That Way.

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I Beg You Both, Take Heart.'(varys) 'whose?' Asked Tyrion Sourly. He Could Think Of Several Tempting Choices.

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I Love You Too, Sweet Sister. But You're A Fool. A Beautiful Golden Fool.

Swift As A Deer. Quiet As A Shadow. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Quick As A Snake. Calm As Still Water.

Now You Know " The Crow Whispered As It Sat On His Shoulder. "now You Know Why You Must Live." "why " Bran Said Not Understanding Falling Falling. "because Winter Is Coming.

My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To Ivory, To Steel.

His Chains Chinked Softly. I Seldom Fling Children From Towers To Improve Their Health. Yes, I Meant For Him To Die.

This Is The Bravo’s Dance, The Water Dance, Swift And Sudden. All Men Are Made Of Water, Do You Know This? When You Pierce Them, The Water Leaks Out And They Die.

If I Took It Away, No Doubt I'd Find A Morningstar Hidden Under Your Pillow Within A Fortnight. Try Not To Stab Your Sister, Whatever The Provocation.

A Frightened Man Is A Beaten Man.

I Stayed Sober For This?

A Lot Of Fantasy Names Are Too Much. They’re Too Difficult To Pronounce. I Wanted The Flavour Of Medieval England. I Took Actual Names We Still Use Today, Like ‘robert’, And In Some Case I Tweaked Them A Little Bit. I Made ‘edward’ Into ‘eddard’. If You Look Back At Medieval Times, No One Knew How To Spell Their Own Names. There Are A Lot Of Variations That We’ve Lost.

A Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Before He Dies, Said Jojen. The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only One.

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

Great Wrongs Have Been Done You, But The Past Is Dust. The Future May Yet Be Won.

I Will Take What Is Mine With Fire And Blood.

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.

This World Is Twisted Beyond Hope, When Lowborn Smugglers Must Vouch For The Honor Of Kings.

Names Are Hard. I Have A Library Of What To Name Your Baby Books, And I’m Always Picking Up New Books, And Books Of Baby Names From Other Countries. I Like Cool-sounding Names.

Books Are Dead Men Talking.

The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

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

When Treating With Liars, Even An Honest Man Must Lie.

Chaos Isn’t A Pit. Chaos Is A Ladder. Many Who Try To Climb It Fail And Never Get To Try Again. The Fall Breaks Them. And Some Are Given A Chance To Climb, But They Refuse. They Cling To The Realm, Or The Gods, Or Love. Illusions. Only The Ladder Is Real. The Climb Is All There Is.

All Dwarfs Are Bastards In Their Father's Eyes

When The Red Star Bleeds And The Darkness Gathers, Azor Ahai Shall Be Born Again Amidst Smoke And Salt To Wake Dragons Out Of Stone.

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

Madness And Greatness Are Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Every Time A New Targaryen Is Born, The Gods Toss The Coin In The Air And The World Holds Its Breath To See How It Will Land.

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