In The End Words Are Just Wind.

A Man Agrees With God As A Raindrop Agrees With The Storm

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.

In Real Life, The Hardest Aspect Of The Battle Between Good And Evil Is Determining Which Is Which.

Men Live Their Lives Trapped In An Eternal Present, Between The Mists Of Memory And The Sea Of Shadow That Is All We Know Of The Days To Come.

Remember, Whatever The Price...i'll Beat It! I Like Living! Tyrion Lannister