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The Truth Is All Around You, Plain To Behold. The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, The Day Bright And Beautiful And Full Of Hope. One Is Black, The Other White. There Is Ice And There Is Fire. Hate And Love. Bitter And Sweet. Male And Female. Pain And Pleasure. Winter And Summer. Evil And Good. Death And Life. Everywhere, Opposites.

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The Truth Is All

George R. R. Martin

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The Truth Is All Around You, Plain To Behold. The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, The Day Bright And Beautiful And Full Of Hope. One Is Black, The Other White. There Is Ice And There Is Fire. Hate And Love. Bitter And Sweet. Male And Female. Pain And Pleasure. Winter And Summer. Evil And Good. Death And Life. Everywhere, Opposites.

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

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Some Doors Are Best Left Closed.

One Voyage To The East And A Man Could Live As Rich As A Lord Until The End Of His Days. When He'd Been Younger, Davos Had Dreamed Of Making Such Voyages Himself. But The Years Went Dancing By Like Moths Around A Flame, And Somehow The Time Had Never Been Quite Right.

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Valar Morghulis - All Men Must Die.

Winter Is Coming

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

The Iron Throne Is Mine By Rights. All Those Who Deny That Are My Foes." "the Whole Of The Realm Denies It, Brother," Said Renley. "old Men Deny It With Their Death Rattle, And Unborn Children Deny It In Their Mothers' Wombs. They Deny It In Dorne And They Deny It On The Wall. No One Wants You For Their King. Sorry.

Little Redcape," He Snarled, "when Next You Bare Steel On Shagga Son Of Dolf, I Will Chop Off Your Manhood And Roast It In The Fire." "what, No Goats?" Tyrion Said, Taking A Bite Of His Cheese.

I Have A Hole Where My Heart Should Be, She Thought, And Nowhere Else To Go.

One Voice May Speak You False, But In Many There Is Always Truth To Be Found.

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Black And White

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She Had Never Loved Him So Much As She Did In That Instant.

Littlefinger Looked Like A Boy Who Had Just Taken A Furtive Bite From A Honeycomb. He Was Trying To Watch For Bees, But The Honey Was So Sweet.

A Lion Doesn't Concern Itself With The Opinion Of Sheep.

A Cold Wind Was Blowing From The North, And It Made The Trees Rustle Like Living Things.

We Read Fantasy To Find The Colors Again, I Think. To Taste Strong Spices And Hear The Songs The Sirens Sang.

I Had This Desire To See The World. I Couldn't See Any Of It, But I Saw It In My Imagination, And That's Why I Always Read Books, And I Could Go To Mars Or Middle Earth Or The Hyborian Age.

If Half An Onion Is Black With Rot, It Is A Rotten Onion. A Man Is Good Or He Is Evil. (melisandre Of Asshai)

There Is Only One God And His Name Is Death. And There Is Only One Thing We Say To Death: “not Today.

So Be It. I'll Wear My Iron And Hold My Tongue. A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.

These Old Knights Are More Cunning Than You Think, Or They Would Never Have Lived To See Their First Grey Hair.

The Best Calumnies Are Spiced With Truth.

She Should Be On A Hill Somewhere, Under A Fruit Tree, With The Sun And Clouds Above Her And The Rain To Wash Her Clean.

First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy End!

Tell Robb That I'm Going To Command The Night's Watch And Keep Him Safe, So He Might As Well Take Up Needlework With The Girls And Have Mikken Melt Down His Sword For Horseshoes. - Jon Snow

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

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

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