Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

Minds Are Like Swords, I Do Fear. The Old Ones Go To Rust.

We're Setting Up Mechanisms Where We Can Kill Human Beings With Drones And Missiles Where You're Sitting At A Console And Pressing The Button. We Never Have To Hear Their Whimpering, Or Hear Them Begging For Their Mother, Or Dying In Horrible Realities Around Us. I Don't Know If That's Necessarily Such A Good Thing.

And What Lesson Can We Draw From Volantene History? If You Want To Conquer The World, You Best Have Dragons.

Ser Barristan Loves His Honor, Grand Maester Pycelle Loves His Office, And Littlefinger Loves Littlefinger.

Love Is The Bane Of Honor, The Death Of Duty.