Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

In The End Words Are Just Wind.

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow. Tyrion Smiled. Lord Varys, I Am Growing Strangely Fond Of You. I May Kill You Yet, But I Think I'd Feel Sad About It. I Will Take That As High Praise.

Tears, She Said Scornfully To Sansa As The Woman Was Led From The Hall. The Woman's Weapon, My Lady Mother Used To Call Them. The Man's Weapon Is A Sword. And That Tells Us All You Need To Know, Doesn't It?

He Drew The Dagger And Laid It On The Table Between Them; A Length Of Dragonbone And Valyrian Steel, As Sharp As The Difference Between Right And Wrong, Between True And False, Between Life And Death.

None Of Us Is Ever Ready,' He (ned) Said. 'for Knighthood?' 'for Death.