His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.

Power Resides Where Men Believe It To Reside.

Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.

We Were Talking About The Prince,' Sansa Said, Her Voice Soft As A Kiss. Arya Knew Which Prince She Meant: Joffrey, Of Course. The Tall, Handsome One. Sansa Got To Sit With Him At The Feast. Arya Had To Sit With The Little Fat One. Naturally.

The Sun Will Soon Be Setting, And Corpses Make Poor Company By Night. These Were Dark And Dangerous Men, Alive. I Doubt That Death Will Have Improved Them.

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