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We all must choose," she proclaimed. "Man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same." Her voice made Jon Snow think of anise and nutmeg and cloves. She stood at the king's side on a wooden scaffold raised above the pit. "We choose light or we choose darkness. We choose good or we choose evil. We choose the true god or the false."
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George R.R. Martin |
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The dream was green, and the green dreams do not lie.
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George R.R. Martin |
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These woods are as empty as you think, he had said. You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness.
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light
woods
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George R.R. Martin |
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If sinners speak, why should the righteous listen?
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George R.R. Martin |
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Not this time, Sam. I dreamed . . . in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, these past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me?" Aemon's fingers trembled, twigs sheathed in spotted skin. "I remember, Sam. I still remember." He was not m..
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George R.R. Martin |
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Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.
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George R.R. Martin |
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In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.
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George R.R. Martin |
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I have been many things, Bran. Now I am as you see me, and now you will understand why I could not come to you ... except in dreams. I have watched you for a long time, watched you with a thousand eyes and one. I saw your birth, and that of your lord father before you. I saw your first step, heard your first word, was part of your first dream. I was watching when you fell. And now you are come to me at last, Brandon Stark, though the hour i..
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George R.R. Martin |
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Trust no one. And keep your dragon close.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!
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George R.R. Martin |
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Do you mean to spend your whole life running away?" Tyrion asked before she could slip back out the door. That stopped her. Her cheeks turned a bright pink, and he was afraid she was about to start weeping again. Instead she thrust out her lip defiantly and said, "You're running too." "I am," he confessed. "but I am running TO and you are running FROM, and there's a world of difference there."
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George R.R. Martin |
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Free folk and kneelers are more alike than not, Jon Snow. Men are men and women women, no matter which side of the Wall we were born on. Good men and bad, heroes and villains, men of honor, liars, cravens, brutes ... we have plenty, as do you.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Never wound a foe when you can kill him. Dead men don't claim vengeance.
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George R.R. Martin |
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In the end a gentle heart may be worth more than pride or valor.
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George R.R. Martin |
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There is a tool for every task, and a task for every tool.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Sometimes a man knows more than he says.
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George R.R. Martin |
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D'you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Three treasons you will know;. One for blood, one for gold, and one for love.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Dracarys.
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George R.R. Martin |
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There are old sellswords and bold sellswords, but no old bold sellswords.
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George R.R. Martin |
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The glass candle is meant to represent truth and learning, rare and beautiful and fragile things. It is made in the shape of a candle to remind us that a maester must cast light wherever he serve, and it is a sharp to remind us that knowledge can be dangerous.
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knowledge
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Sometimes it seemed as though he'd thumped his head on half the doors in Westeros, not to mention every beam in every inn from Dorne up to the Neck.
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George R.R. Martin |
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This was a pain that did not touch the body, a pain that did not race along the nerve paths, a pain that filled the mind so completely and so shatteringly that not even the smallest part of you was free to think or plan or meditate. The pain was you, and you were the pain. There was nothing to dissociate from, no cool sanctum of thought where you might retreat. (from The Glass Flower)
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George R.R. Martin |
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One foe at a time, that was what the old man always said.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Cersei wondered what it would feel like to kiss another woman. Not lightly on the cheek, as was common courtesy amongst ladies of high birth, but full upon the lips. Taena's lips were very full. She wondered what it would feel like to suckle on those breasts, to lay the Myrish woman on her back and push her legs apart and use her as a man would use her.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Ask yourself why Aemon Targaryan was allowed to waste his life upon the Wall when by rights he should have been raised to archmaester. His blood was why. He could not be trusted.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Would you rather die with honor intact or live with it besmirched?
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honor
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George R.R. Martin |
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Gorghan of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Did you ever wonder why Spot runs so much? He's running away from Dick and Jane and Sally, the dullest family in the world.
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George R.R. Martin |
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The blessing was an empty ritual, she knew, but rituals and ceremonies had power in the eyes of the ignorant.
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George R.R. Martin |
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He spoke of dreams and never named the dreamer, of a glass candle that could not be lit and eggs that would not hatch. He said the sphinx was the riddle, not the riddler, whatever that meant.
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George R.R. Martin |
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A thief was a thief, whether he stole a little or a lot.
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George R.R. Martin |
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He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Archmaester Rigney once wrote that history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again, he said.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Lady Brienne is a warrior maid," confided Septon Meribald, "hunting for the Hound." "Aye?" Narbert seemed taken aback. "To what end?" Brienne touched Oathkeeper's hilt. "His," she said." --
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George R.R. Martin |
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A queen must listen to all," she reminded him. "The highborn and the low, the strong and the weak, the noble and the venal. One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found."
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George R.R. Martin |
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Why, that is why the gods made whores for imps like me.
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love
bitterness
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tyrion
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George R.R. Martin |
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You were the one who taught me that a good threat is often more telling than a blow.
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George R.R. Martin |
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I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten."
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jon-snow
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George R.R. Martin |
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Cersei will send men after you, I have no doubt. You might do well to take another name." "Another name? Oh, certainly. And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I'll say, 'No, you have the wrong man, I'm a different dwarf with a hideous facial scar."
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George R.R. Martin |
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I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.
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George R.R. Martin |
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It's dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o' it.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Two hearts that beat as one.
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George R.R. Martin |
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A fat man always sits comfortably, I am thinking, for he takes his pillow with him wherever he goes.
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George R.R. Martin |