You Were Made To Be Kissed, Often

As Daenerys Targaryen Rose To Her Feet, Her Black Hissed, Pale Smoke Venting From Its Mouth And Nostrils. The Other Two Pulled Away From Her Breasts And Added Their Voices To The Call, Translucent Wings Unfolding And Stirring The Air, And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

All Men Carry Murder In Their Hearts, Yet Even So, The Poisoner Is Beneath Contempt.

History Is A Wheel, For The Nature Of Man Is Fundamentally Unchanging. What Has Happened Before Will Perforce Happen Again.

Man Wants To Be The King O' The Rabbits, He Best Wear A Pair O' Floppy Ears.

A Man Who Sees Nothing Has No Use For His Eyes,” The Mountain Declared. “cut Them Out And Give Them To Your Next Outrider. Tell Him You Hope That Four Eyes Might See Better Than Two . . . And If Not, The Man After Him Will Have Six.