The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
The thought made his belly heave again. Sam bent over the gunwale and retched, but not into the wind. He had gone to the right rail this time. He was getting good at retching.
We all dream of things we cannot have.
Men have scars, women mysteries.
No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!
No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.
Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.
That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.
All me lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it ... though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.
Better to mock the game than to play and lose.
Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.
He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.
His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.
I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.
Innocent or guilty, a Lannister pays his debts.
It is my look they will flinch from now, my frown that they must fear.
Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scythes. He would listen to each case as it was laid before him, pronounce his judgmentàand read a bit whilst his captain-of-guards went to bring in the next supplicant.
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