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Tyrion Wondered What It Would Be Like To Have A Twin, And Decided That He Would Rather Not Know. Bad Enough To Face Himself In A Looking Glass Every Day.

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Tyrion Wondered What It Would Be Like To Have A Twin, And Decided That He Would Rather Not Know. Bad Enough To Face Himself In A Looking Glass Every Day.

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"weese," She Would Whisper, First Of All. "dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff The Sweetling. The Tickler And The Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei."

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’d Be Anonymous. That’s What I’d Do Differently.

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.

Perhaps I Cannot Make My People Good, She Told Herself, But I Should At Least Try To Make Them A Little Less Bad.

Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious Ones, And I'll Sleep More Easily By Night.

I've Never Been Quite Sure What The Point Of A Eunuch Is, If Truth Be Told. It Seems To Me They're Only Men With The Useful Bits Cut Off.

Life Is Not A Song, Sweetling. Someday You May Learn That, To Your Sorrow.

The Common People Pray For Rain, Healthy Children And A Summer That Never Ends. It Is No Matter To Them If The High Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones, So Long As They Are Left In Peace.

You Can't Just Pick People For Their Hair Color Or The Shape Of Their Face. You Have To Go With The Best Actors.

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

I Am Cersei Of House Lannister, A Lion Of The Rock, The Rightful Queen Of These Seven Kingdoms, Trueborn Daughter Of Tywin Lannister. And Hair Grows Back.

I've Lost A Hand, A Father, A Son, A Sister, And A Lover, And Soon Enough I Will Lose A Brother. And Yet They Keep Telling Me House Lannister Won This War.

Is There Any Creature On Earth As Unfortunate As An Ugly Woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

Robert Was The True Steel. Stannis Is Pure Iron, Black And Hard And Strong, Yes, But Brittle, The Way Iron Gets. He'll Break Before He Bends. And Renly, That One, He's Copper, Bright And Shiny, Pretty To Look At But Not Worth All That Much At The End Of The Day.

All The World Knew That A Maester Forged His Silver Link When He Learned The Art Of Healing—but The World Preferred To Forget That Men Who Knew How To Heal Also Knew How To Kill.

There's No Shame In Fear, My Father Told Me, What Matters Is How We Face It.

A Craven Can Be As Brave As Any Man, When There Is Nothing To Fear. And We All Do Our Duty, When There Is No Cost To It. How Easy It Seems Then, To Walk The Path Of Honor. Yet Soon Or Late In Every Man's Life Comes A Day When It Is Not Easy, A Day When He Must Choose. (maester Aemon)

The Stone Is Strong. Bran Told Himself, The Roots Of The Trees Go Deep, And Under The Ground The Kings Of Winter Sit Their Thrones. So Long As Those Remained, Winterfell Remained. It Was Not Dead, Just Broken. Like Me, He Thought. I'm Not Dead Either.

Dark Wings, Dark Words.

Only A Fool Humbles Himself When The World Is So Full Of Men Eager To Do That Job For Him. (theon Greyjoy)

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.

Lady," She Whimpered Softly, Wondering If She Would Meet Her Wolf Again When She Was Dead.

I Thank You For Calling Them Off, Young Ser. I Promise You, They Would Have Found Me Indigestible.

Too Stupid To Learn And Too Stupid To Give Up.

I Feel Satisfaction At The End Of The Day When I've Written A Scene That I Really Like Or When I Write A Good Line Of Dialogue That I Read Out To My Wife Or Something Like That. But There's Also Days Where It's Just Bloody Agony And I Go, 'ugh, This Is Such Crap! Why Did I Think I Had Any Talent?

If Ice Can Burn, Then Love And Hate Can Mate.

I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

I Can Be Humbler Than Anyone.

What Is Dead May Never Die, But Rises Again, Stronger And Harder.

Tarly, When I Was A Lad Half Your Age, My Lady Mother Told Me That If I Stood About With My Mouth Open, A Weasel Was Like To Mistake It For His Lair And Run Down My Throat. If You Have Something To Say, Say It. Otherwise, Beware Of Weasels.

Why Ask For Truth," Ser Barristan Said Softly, "if You Close Your Ears To It?

You Do Not Steal From The Dragon, Oh, No. The Dragon Remembers.

...spend My Time Warring And Whoring, That's What I Was Made For.

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

There Is An Empty Place Within Me Where My Heart Once Was.

It Was The Easiest Thing In The World For Arya To Step Up Behind Him And Stab Him. “is There Gold Hidden In The Village?” She Shouted As She Drove The Blade Up Through His Back. “is There Silver? Gems?” She Stabbed Twice More. “is There Food? Where Is Lord Beric?” She Was On Top Of Him By Then, Still Stabbing. “where Did He Go? How Many Men Were With Him? How Many Knights? How Many Bowmen? How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many? Is There Gold In The Village?

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