Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

Mothers." The Man Made A Word Sound Like A Curse. "i Think Birthing Does Something To Your Minds. You Are All Mad.

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.

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

If There Are Gods, Why Is The World So Full Of Pain And Injustice?' 'because Of Men Like You.

When Maester Aemon Heard Him Sing, He Said His Voice Was Honey Poured Over Thunder.