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-George R. R. Martin

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We're Setting Up Mechanisms Where We Can Kill Human Beings With Drones And Missiles Where You're Sitting At A Console And Pressing The Button. We Never Have To Hear Their Whimpering, Or Hear Them Begging For Their Mother, Or Dying In Horrible Realities Around Us. I Don't Know If That's Necessarily Such A Good Thing.

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The Man Is As Useless As Nipples On A Breastplate.

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History Is A Wheel, For The Nature Of Man Is Fundamentally Unchanging. What Has Happened Before Will Perforce Happen Again.

I Thought My Song Was Beginning That Day, But It Was Almost Done.

A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be Trusted, I Always Say.

What Would A Frey Know Of Honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth

When The End Comes, I Will Meet It Raging.

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

Men Have Scars, Women Mysteries.

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...ned Always Said That The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Blade, Though He Never Took Any Joy In The Duty. But I Would, Oh, Yes.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold. But Only For A While. Then It Gets Inside You And Starts To Fill You Up, And After A While You Don't Have The Strength To Fight It.

He Was Beastly Tired, But It Was Hard To Stop. One More Book, He Had Told Himself, Then I'll Stop. One More Folio, Just One More. One More Page, Then I'll Go Up And Rest And Get A Bite To Eat. But There Was Always Another Page After That One, And Another After That, And Another Book Waiting Underneath The Pile. I'll Just Take A Quick Peek To See What This One Is About, He'd Think, And Before He Knew He Would Be Halfway Through It.

Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They Cannot Hurt You. Let Them Wash Over You.

Of Course You Know Him. Everyone Knows A Pear-shaped Man.

But Tolkien Doesn't Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn's Tax Policy?

Woman? Is That Meant To Insult Me? I Would Return The Slap, If I Took You For A Man. - Daenerys Targaryen

The Things I Do For Love.

Give Me A Good Sharp Knife And A Good Sharp Cheese And I’m A Happy Man.

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

Wine Makes All Things Possible.

Bran Thought About It. 'can A Man Still Be Brave If He's Afraid?' 'that Is The Only Time A Man Can Be Brave,' His Father Told Him.

The Best Fantasy Is Written In The Language Of Dreams. It Is Alive As Dreams Are Alive, More Real Than Real, For A Moment At Least, That Long Magic Moment Before We Wake.

Men Are Men, Vows Are Words, And Words Are Wind.

I Will Teach Them What It Means To Put A Lion In A Cage, Cersei Thought.

I Am Doing The Right Thing, He Told Himself, So Why Do I Feel So Bad?

Doing The Right Thing

Turtles Have Always Been My Sigil, I Suppose. When I Was A Kid, Growing Up In Bayonne, Nj, I Lived In A Federal Housing Project, And We Were Not Allowed To Have A Dog Or Cats. The Only Pets I Could Have Were Turtles. So, I Had An Entire Toy Castle Filled With Dime-store Turtles. I Gave Them All Names, And Since They Were Living In A Toy Castle, I Decided They Were All Knights And Kingsand I Made Up Stories About How They Killed Each Other And Betrayed Each Other And Fought For The Kingdom. So, Game Of Thrones, Actually Began With Turtles. I Decided Later To Recast It With Actual Human Beings.

Will Holding A Secret In Your Heart Make It Any Less True? If You Never Tell, Never Speak Of It, Will It Become Only A Dream, Less Than A Dream, A Nightmare Half-remembered? Oh, If Only The Gods Would Be So Good. (catelyn)

Life Is Very Full Of Sex, Or Should Be. As Much As I Admire Tolkien - And I Do, He Was A Giant Of Fantasy And A Giant Of Literature, And I Think He Wrote A Great Book That Will Be Read For Many Years - You Do Have To Wonder Where All Those Hobbits Came From, Since You Can't Imagine Hobbits Having Sex, Can You? Well, Sex Is An Important Part Of Who We Are. It Drives Us, It Motivates Us, It Makes Us Do Sometimes Very Noble Things And It Makes Us Do Sometimes Incredibly Stupid Things. Leave It Out, And You've Got An Incomplete World.

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only Part Of Her That Was Truly Beautiful.

You Little Fool. Tears Are Not A Woman's Only Weapon. You've Got Another One Between Your Legs, And You'd Best Learn To Use It. You'll Find Men Use Their Swords Freely Enough. Both Kinds Of Swords.

It Was Bitingly Cold Up Here,and The Wind Pulled At His Clothes Like An Insistent Lover.

There Is No Creature On Earth Half So Terrifying As A Truly Just Man.

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The True Horrors Of Human History Derive Not From Orcs And Dark Lords, But From Ourselves.

If? The Word Is When.

Know The Men Who Follow You And Let Them Know You. Don't Ask Your Men To Die For A Stranger.

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

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. Sometimes The Best Way To Baffle Them Is To Make Moves That Have No Purpose, Or Even Seem To Work Against You. Remember That, Sansa, When You Come To Play The Game.” “what . . . What Game?” “the Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.” -(littlefinger)

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?

Let Him Grow Taller,she Asked The Gods.let Him Know Sixteen, And Twenty, And Fifty. Let Him Grow As Tall As His Father, And Hold His Own Son In His Arms. Please, Please, Please.

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.

Mother Said," Mocked The King. "don't Be Childish." "we're Children," Myrcella Declared Haughtily. "we're Supposed To Be Childish." The Hound Laughed. "she Has You There.

In A Heartbeat, A Thousand Voices Took Up The Chant. King Joffrey And King Robb And King Stannis Were Forgotten, And King Bread Ruled Alone. "bread." They Clamored. "bread, Bread!

All That Syrio Forel Had Taught Her Went Racing Through Her Head. Swift As A Deer. Quiet As Shadow. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Quick As A Snake. Calm As Still Water. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Strong As A Bear. Fierce As A Wolverine. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Then Man Who Fears Losing Has Already Lost. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.

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.

Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So I’ve Heard.

A Man Does Not Need To Be A Wizard To Know Truth From Falsehood, Not If He Has Eyes. You Need Only Learn To Read A Face. Look At The Eyes. The Mouth. The Muscles Here, At The Corners Of The Jaw, And Here, Where The Neck Joins The Shoulders." He Touched Her Lightly With Two Fingers. "some Liars Blink. Some Stare. Some Look Away. Some Lick Their Lips. Many Coer Their Mouths Just Before They Tell A Lie, As If To Hide Their Deceit. Other Signs May Be More Subtle, But They Are Always There. A False Smile And A True One May Look Alike, But They Are As Different As Dusk From Dawn.

Most Men Would Rather Deny A Hard Truth Than Face It.

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

More Details, More Devils.

Robert Wanted To Be Loved. My Brother Tyrion Has The Same Disease. Do You Want To Be Loved, Sansa?” “everyone Wants To Be Loved.” “i See Flowering Hasn’t Made You Any Brighter,” Said Cersei. “sansa, Permit Me To Share A Bit Of Womanly Wisdom With You On This Very Special Day. Love Is Poison. A Sweet Poison, Yes, But It Will Kill You All The Same.

You Wear Your Honor Like A Suit Of Armor... You Think It Keeps You Safe, But All It Does Is Weigh You Down And Make It Hard For You To Move.

Cersei Lannister: I Shall Wear This As A Badge Of Honor. Robert Barathon: Wear It In Silence Or I'll Honor You Again.

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